Friends, joints and some rock music.

Sitting there on your porch looking out on the world.
That summer felt endless, and looking back it was the best summer of my life.
You pass me the joint and I take a hit.
I let the warm smoke flow through my entire body, out into every limb,
and then i let go, let go of the smoke, let go of my stress, let go of my worries.
In that moment the sky turned a little more blue and the grass a little more green.
You turn on the music and pass me a soda.
Cheers man.
Cheers indeed.