Moving slowly through the gauze I spread her out cold between my fingers, sweet Mary Jane it is you that takes away life's pain and makes the world seem bright and sparkling once again. The wind blows and I notice as I tip my pipe how cold the air has become, it makes everything taste sharp and metallic, caustic, forced and rough like sandpaper. I put the pipe to my lips and wait a moment for the strong breeze to subside and when it does I click my lighter and breath deep once again.