In the darkness...
So this is a few writings from my new attempt at writing:
Confessions of a High School Stoner
(or Cream of Mushroom Soup for the Pot Head Soul)
...10/19/08 about 8 in the A.M.
So, its the last day of Oktoberfest in SoCal and I just checked my phone to find a message from Tony stating that he didn't know where he was but that he had 2 g's* in his pocket and he needed a pipe. Being the good friend that I am, I plan to seek him out immediately.
About 2 P.M.
Couldn't find Tony. In car with strange woman. Can't find fake ID.
Woman asked what I'm writing, said memoir, she laughed. I'm gonna get lucky.
About 5 P.M.
I did not get laid. In fact, the only thing I got from that little adventure is a bruised rid (how can you tell if a bone is broken?), handprint on my face, and even farther from finding Tony-
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Tony called and said hes waiting at the greyhound station, and while I'm not entirely sure how he got two hours away, possibly on foot, I'm on my way to meet him now. In about 4 hours we'll be back on the bus for Louisiana.
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*'G' refers to one gram of weed
... you were my light
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