Kenny glanced up and shrugged. "This is what happens when you're stuck in a shithole of a town and don't have much to choose from." He'd had better weed for sure, but this got him high so it was good enough for him. Plus, he had drugs to help with that and if he felt like it, there was also alcohol.
"Uh, eighty something times. I stopped keeping count after the 20-ish times," he shrugged. "And it feels like being in a lot of fucking pain and then going in a deep sleep and waking up with the pain gone."