Chapter 152

• MOONA POV
• The sleeping bag at Raul stinks of weed like the rest of the place. I know they say it’s nature’s herb and all that, but it always smelled like crap to me. It’s only ever made me sick and giggly. I don’t really do giggly things, so I’m better off without the shitty stuff.
• Raul says it will chill me fucking out, but I do chilled even less than I do giggly. He stays up late with the TV on loud. The room is full of the stench, and when I hunker down under my grotty covers that’s when I come to realise everything smells of it here.