"Desert," he says, the same way other men might say sewage dump. Pointing to Boyd with the joint, "That's not just Louis rubbing off on me, I don't want to be anywhere near a desert anymore. No food, no water. You can't get anything to grow there."
One last draw on the joint, and then, reluctantly, he presses out the tip into the ashtray. His fingers linger on the paper a while longer.
"I never saw the ocean growing up, either, though. How come you didn't?"
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"Desert," he says, the same way other men might say sewage dump. Pointing to Boyd with the joint, "That's not just Louis rubbing off on me, I don't want to be anywhere near a desert anymore. No food, no water. You can't get anything to grow there."
One last draw on the joint, and then, reluctantly, he presses out the tip into the ashtray. His fingers linger on the paper a while longer.
"I never saw the ocean growing up, either, though. How come you didn't?"