I was taking so much weed from him, it was starting to become like a game. The meaner he was to me, the more I stole from him and the more clever I became at doing it. I think to a degree I enjoyed the thrill of the risk and also getting back at him secretly. I liked the idea that he would open his stash jar and question himself about how much he was smoking. I was gaslighting that motherfucker right back and he didn’t even know it. I am bulletproof, I tell you. Unfuckwithable.