In the high school parking lot on Friday afternoon, after school, Seth faces a difficult dilemma.
Makko: Are you going to the party at Trisha's tonight, dude?
Makko puts his arm around him Seth's shoulders.
Seth: I guess.
Makko: My man, it's B.Y.O.S. You've got some, right?
Seth: I don't really have...
Makko: A stash...I can fix that. You want me to hook you up, dude?
Seth: No, it's okay.
Makko: It's not okay. You're a man of the new millennium, right? Don't even think about stepping out if you're not wired.
Seth gives Makko a puzzled look.
Makko: Have you even tried reefer?
Seth: Well.... not really, I can't really... say.
Makko: Come here my man, this one's on me.
Opens his car door. Sees another friend of his.
Makko: Yo Biter, get on over here.
Biter: Whassup man?
Makko: Seth here is about to take a dive in the reef, first time.
Biter: Virgin territory. Cool.
Makko: Come on my man, it's nothing.
Seth starts to walk towards his car.
Makko: A little reefer never hurt nobody.
Biter: It'll calm you down, man. Makes the world slow down so you feel like you're with Jennifer Lopez.
Seth: I have to go to practice later.
Biter: Didn't know you were a jockhead. But, hey, it will help your sport. It's a great performance enhancer. Any kind of performance.
Makko: Just take one hit. C'mon man. It's time.
Seth: Okay, one.
He gets into the car and Makko and Biter light a joint and each take long hits. Seth, holding the joint like a cigarette, takes one puff.
Seth: Not bad. But I don't feel anything.
Makko: Try one more.
Seth takes another puff.
Seth: That's enough. I gotta go.
Biter: Don't you want some more? We could sell you some. Then you and whoever you take to Tricia's tonight can really do some grooving together.
Seth: That's okay. Besides I don't have any money with me.
Makko: We'll be there tonight. You can bring your money then.
Seth gets out of the car. He feels dizzy. He gets into his car and sits there, afraid to drive.
