my name. I don’t speak nor do I make any noise. Simply, I put a cigarette in between your lips. Spitting it out, I gently slap your face and return it to your beautiful mouth. You suck on the tip gently, inhaling the acrid smoke. You realise that this isn’t just a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke readily now, you take three or four hits in quick succession, relishing the flavour and unmistakeable taste of Jamaican pot. I take the joint out of your mouth and you hear me toke