I'm traveling around, perhaps hitchhiking, and I end up in a white van with Cheech and Chong. Cheech Marin is driving. The van is like a camper, where there is only one bench seat in the back, far back from the front seats, and Tommy Chong and I sit on the bench in the back.

I ask, sort of teasing, if they have any of "the good stuff" and Tommy says of course, pulling out a half-smoked joint, lighting it up, taking a drag, and ashing it out the window up behind Cheech's head. He offers me a drag, and I figure what the heck, if you're riding around in Cheech and Chong's van, you should take a hit of their joint, and anyway I don't want to be a prude, so I take a drag and pass it back.

He takes another drag and offers it back to me, but I refuse. I tell him that I never smoke pot, so that one hit got me totally stoned. But I don't feel stoned, it's mostly just an excuse because I don't have any interest in smoking any more.

I ask them about Cheech not smoking, is he the designated driver? They say yes, because he's driving. I say "well pot doesn't really impair your driving that much, does it?"

Tommy jokes "yeah, but it doesn't exactly help you pay attention."

We pick up a bunch of other people, until the van is full. I have to pee, and I ponder asking them to stop. But for some other reason, we have to stop in the woods, and I think about jumping out really fast.