My brother Joe and I and a girl, probably Natasha, are in the kitchen at my house, but it has a big center island. There's a small pipe of pot on the island, and just as I lean down and secretly take a breath from it a cop shows up on the back porch.

It's apparently Joe's pipe, and his attitude is "well, we're busted now", though he quickly scoops up the pipe and the pot (which is now a half-burnt ball on the countertop) and I think throws them away. I'm pretty sure the smell of pot still pervades the kitchen as the cop comes in.

The cop says to me "You know, I've been watching you for quite a while. I saw that pot there. But I watched and watched, and you never took a hit. So congratulations, good job. You never took a hit."