I was smoking a bowl with some friends yesterday. There were about seven or eight of us passing a pipe around and taking turns packing it. We had a couple of lighters going around too. I saw my friend put a light blue lighter in his pocket and I thought it was mine. I told him that he took my lighter. He said it was his. I told him mine was light blue with a couple of chips from opening up beer bottles at the bottom. He took the lighter out of his pocket to show me. It was light blue but without any chips from opening beer bottles at the bottom. It wasn’t mine. I apologized but declared a Pocket Check and told everyone to empty out their pockets. I pulled out my pockets to demonstrate and pulled out a light blue lighter with chips from opening beer bottles at the bottom. Fuck me. Everyone started laughing at me. I deserved it. I knew it. I hate when I turn out to be my own lighter thief.
Critically Rated at 13/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young