Bulb bursting light begins to crank up. A sea of slim bodies hold colorful cups. Crowds come not for tunes nor for legal nugs, but to hang with and pick up these lowlander buds.

I am used to bring info, sell things, and make you laugh, but I am not used to do those things often now. You can find me in old movies or a dentist’s waiting room .

When I’m full, you have a good hand. You have a good doctor if you have me. Where people reside, is inside me.

I appear in a food, but I am not a nutrient. You might see me in food descriptions or labels.

I stretch without arms, I lead without eyes. I’m broken by forks, yet I never die.