Backy

I took out my papers and stuck three together, then the bag of weed and took a small clump, carefully arranging it into a line along the papers. I took out my backy, covered the green stuff with brown, picked it all up and rolled it around between my fingers; ripped off a roach from my rizla packet, rolled it all together, licked it and finally held the new joint in my hand, admiring my creation.