Did you find my bowl?


It’s bad enough shattering your own favorite piece, but what about when you shatter your friend’s?

Rob Hoffman

When your favorite glass pipe shatters, so does your heart. It’s been there for you through thick and thin, good times and bad, highs and…highs. But one fumble of the hands and it’s gone forever.

It’s even worse when the pipe’s not yours. Maybe it was a boyfriend’s who lent it to you on one condition: keep it safe. Or maybe your friend just left it at your house by mistake, drunkenly at the end of a long night of partying and calls the next morning to check up on their favorite glass piece. It’s a family heirloom, they tell you. Generations of weed resin have built up on the inside of the bowl like soil horizons. They even named their pipe. Her name is Karen. All they want is to see Karen again.

The only problem is, you accidentally broke it.

Sitting there on the phone, listening to your friend re-live memories of smoking-sessions-past, looking at the sad, scattered detritus of Karen, you’re stuck with a moral dilemma. Do you tell your friend?

Rob Hoffman