Micke and I were standing at the door of the small cottage we rented, above the polar circle, in the middle of nowhere; wrapped tight in the center of a soft-as-cotton sphere made of the divine Nordic sky above and blindingly bright snow and silence everywhere else; there were no traces of civilization miles from here and, guess what - no stores, either; we were out of cigarettes and pot and it was Micke's fault.
"You know, Micke, it's not surprising that you chickened out... it is me who was stupid for believing you could pull it off, you... you mamma's boy, but why oh why didn't you tell me you would not bring the pot!?"
"Eh, I meant to, I really did, but you know, my mom always packs all of my things when I travel somewhere, and I remembered she might be checking in the morning if I forgot something, so I panicked and... yeah, I left the stuff at home; but no worries, it's safe there, I hid it well!"
"Okay, you hid it well, you say, now that is one single thing you MAYBE did well, but one other thing you did not have to prove again is how wussy you are; show us for once you are not... and what now, should we get us a couple of liters of vodka next time to keep us knocked out and unconscious like any bloody Svensson on vacation; Micke, seriously, are you aware how hard you are working on destroying our coolness?!"
"I am so sorry, so terribly sorry, I was stupid... but you know what, I was thinking; mom packed me this chamomile tea, you know, if my throat gets sore from the cold weather; anyway, what I thought of is that we can get some toilet paper, roll in some chamomile shit and you know... I mean, it looks quite similar, and has some smell, that is somehow the same, you know... like a... like a smell of a plant."
Micke and I were standing at the door of the small cottage we rented, in the center of the universe, surrounded by millions of transparent stars hanging from the divine Nordic sky, when Eddie, who just woke up and stepped out to get some air, picked the joint I gave him and took a deep drag, and then, not disturbing the silence too much at all, said through the small puffs of smoke he exhaled carefully: "wow guys... this is some seriously good shit; this week we'll reach that goddamn nirvana for sure."