“Hey man! Hold up!” Brick had just bought a big yellow balloon and was holding it high to protect it from popping. He made his way to The Driver, grinning from ear to ear, basted with the dirt and sweat of others.
“Dude! My dude! I cannot believe you are here! This is f*****g amazing! Here! Suck on this n****e! The mother’s milk!” He put the end of the balloon up to The Driver’s mouth, who took it in and inhaled deep. The nitrous stormed through the tissues of his brain, a 747 taking off over and over. As the plane ascended away clear from his internal runway, he felt giddy and light as if his head and the balloon had switched molecules.
“Fun right? That’s nitrous. We used to have to buy it in little metal canisters at the p**n shop back in AK or hit the whipped-cream aisle at the grocer
