Another fellow and I were playing a game which involved some cards with pictures on them which were placed upside down on a table so we couldn't see what was on the face of the cards. The game seemed to have something to do with guessing what was on the cards. At one point I pointed out that the cards weren't in the proper order.

When a second fellow (probably in his mid 20s) who reminded me both of Mr. Hall (a legal client) and of Will Johnson (a member of the Dallas Zen Center) walked into the room, I spoke to him. It seemed that several fellows were living together in the house. After a while the second fellow spoke about how he had once been arrested for a drug offense. I asked him the degree of the drug offense and he told me the offense had been the same as murder. I told him the offense would be a first degree felony and I asked him what his sentence had been. He told me he had received a sentence of 21 years in jail. I told him the offense must have indeed been a first degree felony, because the maximum sentence for second degree felonies was 20 years.

When he then pulled out a baggie of marijuana, I looked at it longingly and asked him if he could sell me a couple joints. He seemed reluctant, but then he began rolling a joint for me. When I inquired about the quality of the marijuana, he said it was the best. He finally finished rolling and handed me the two joints. When I asked him how much I owed him, he said I didn't owe him anything. I didn't disagree with him and I thought his not charging me anything was smart. I told him that giving away small quantities of marijuana was only a misdemeanor, as opposed to selling, which might be a felony.

I was anxious to smoke the joints. After going to a small house, I lit one up. From the first inhalation I could tell the marijuana was of a high quality. I smoked until I seemed to lose track of what was happening. When I regained my consciousness, I saw that some straw lying on the floor had caught fire, apparently from the joint. I put out the fire, then noticed that the room I was in seemed made of straw and that one of the walls had also caught fire. I began trying to put out that fire also.