Lows to High

When I looked at it the first time, I was a little scared. My friend looked nervous too, but tried to not to show it on his face. Pale green, dried they were. Carefully one guy powered the dried leaves and rolled it into a white piece of paper.

The first puff was nothing but all smoke, then followed a series of more such puffs. My head felt light and the white sticks looked to be calling me to her.

Some months past with the smoke, then I thought. If I am smoking I might as well snort the powder. There was a conflict in my head though. A clear objection to my idea.

"I want to try everything once in life" I convinced the low voices of protest in my head.