“But I’ll tell you what would be good for you,” Clyde starts back in. “Pot.” I go still, head tilting as I stare back at him. “Pot?” He dips his chin. “Yeah. You know…marijuana. Ganja. Dope. Grass. Reefer. Mary Jane. I don’t know what you kids are calling it these days, but it might serve you well. It’s medicinal.”
