I was at a vacation spot where I had spent some days with friends from work (in real life). A coworker whom I didn't have a close relationship scored some pot, and I wanted some, but was hesitant because we weren't friends. He rolled a joint and smoked, and I asked him where he got it. I don't recall the answer, but I understood I wouldn't be able to get some from the same source. After he was finished, he made a tea out of the remaining grass, threw away the brewed buds and left. I looked through the trash and started collecting the wet buds, but then thought I was being an addict and I felt a pang of self-rejection.