The marijuana is high-grade, expensive shit. Canadian. And it’s so far up my ass, if I sneezed you’d probably get stoned. Or, you know, the flu. I've been sneezing more than I probably should be. Even before I had the half-brick of Maple Daydream shoved up my tailpipe by a large, ungentle Samoan woman with hands of ice and absolutely no sense of humor. I was going to go to the doctor last week actually, but, before I could, my buddy Steve called and said he had a job for me. Steve’s good like that.