Re: Doug/TJ/The rest of the family?
If asked to compare the two, TJ would have said cocaine was a Ferrari and marijuana was a Lincoln Towncar; cocaine was fucking half-clothed, hard and fast against a wall, and marijuana was slow morning sex in the summer sun. A line or two would hit him fast and hard and everything was awesome. The high from marijuana snuck up on him gradually until he was nice and mellow and feeling good. By the time it was enough for TJ to recognize the high, he was high enough to have forgotten why he wasn't suppose to be high and when Doug joined him on the couch, TJ leaned comfortably against his brother.
"Love you, too, bro." There was no reason to feel anything but good and TJ felt really good. How could he not? He was with his twin and they were comfortable, cozy. "You already touch my heart and it's not sticky or yucky. Or weird."