Packing a bowl

I'm sitting on the ottoman that goes with the comfy bowl-shaped chair at Danielle's place. Gary isn't home yet - but when he gets here, it's time for burritos and chimichangas. Right now it's time to smoke. I have enough left to get several people stoned several times. I'm not bringing it with me, so I'm happily depleting my supply now. I'm poking little chunks in Danielle's bowl right as my watch beeps. We've been talking heartily, and watching some television. Dave is coming over in a little bit. This is my opportunity to say goodbye before I leave for awhile. I probably won't see these guys again before I go. No booze. I actually drive back to Kennett.