Simon scraped the resin out of the bong and then lit it up. He coughed out a giant gasp of smoke.
"B-WHOA!"
"Fuck. That tastes like shit."
He put a Pink Floyd CD in the player.
James walked into the room.
"Dude, what are you smoking?"
"Resin."
"Smells bad. Let me hit that."
"Okay, here you go."
The song kicked in.
'As I reach for a peach
Slide a rind down behind
the sofa in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old Sedan..."
"This song's cool."
"Yeah."