Best Man

"Pot is the only reason to get married, man." George sat on the cheap folding table by the door, uncomfortable in his black tie and gray slacks. He was the type of guy who only dressed up to avoid jail time. Even his mother’s funeral couldn’t get him out of a ratty Iron Maiden tee shirt. “If anyone tells you different, they’re fuckin’ lyin’.”

"So you’re saying marriage will somehow come with a supply of marijuana?” I mused on the subject for a moment, turning away from the mirror. “Where do I sign up for that?”

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