annonTwenty minutes had past since I was set on to the table to dry. I didnot want to dwell upon my fears which were inevitable to occur, so I coulddo nothing but observe all the minute details that were once so trivialand overlooked but now seemed to be of such great importance.
The firstthing to catch my eye was the lighting in the room, I was not sure if thelights were set to be dim or if it was from all the clouds of exhaled smokewhich also left a distinct smell of the burnt herb. To my left I saw themany burnt out roaches in the ash tray, which at this point could holdnothing more. To the far right I saw a sandwich bag which was now packedwith nothing but broken branches and seeds. It was obvious what used tobe inside. I looked toward the door and saw the towel that plugged it sono smoke would get out in the hall. On the dresser I saw what I think theycalled a steam roller.
The most horrid device that I had ever used. I lookedat the cylindrical tube, that once used to be a transparent red but nowhad become a solid maroon from all the smoke which stained the plastic,and noticed its simplicity. It looks like nothing more than a plastic pipethat was only about one and a half inches in diameter and only about sixinches long. The bowl which rested on top could have been easily assembledat a hardware store.
It amazes me how something could be so simple butstill so destructive. One of the people in the room slowly approached meas the effects of his artificial happiness wore away. His trembling handssomehow managed to embrace me by my head and lay me to rest upon his lowerlip. Before his upper lip came to rest upon the top of my head I openedmy eyes and peered into his mouth using what little light I had. In allmy like I had never thought I would again see what I had saw for thosefew seconds. His tongue was stained black.
It was not totally black asif it was coated with tar but it had a slight tint on both the sides, almostpurple. Just as I started to realize what I was seeing and what was goingon I felt his top lip seal my freedom away. I started to feel a strongburning sensation at my bottom where my toes once were. When I heard thesound of buds start to crack I knew what was occurring, the beginning ofmy end. As I laded there helplessly I began to feel large amounts of smokepulse quickly up my shaft of a body till finally ejaculated in his mouthlike a penis reaching climax.
Next the vacuum began. I started to becomefaint as he forced more and more smoke out my upper opening. And I knewthe more smoke that ran through me meant the more I was decreasing in size. Then the young boy could hold no more smoke in his lungs he pulled me awayfrom his lips and held me tight with his thumb underneath my head and hisforefinger and middle-finger embracing my top. Then he tilted his headback and instead of forcing the smoke out he just let it flow by itself. It amazed me to see such beautiful shapes form from something that wouldbring the end to this poor souls existence.
He then brought me back tohis mouth and began to take my sweat poison deep into his exhausted lungsat this point I was almost all gone. I had become a small roach with along tail of ash. I had one last long drag left in me. As he tool me inI knew it was the end of both of us. .
. As Cas and I rode up the elevatorI could see that he had been anticipating to come up here all week. Everyweekend it was the same old thing over and over again. Me and Cas wouldcome up to this filthy burnt out old city to do the same thing; to getlifted.
“Yo, Happy said he get mad amount of shit this week. His brotherwent up to New York and broke off like two “O^?s” forhim. We goin^? to get crazy fucked up tonight. ” I could seein Cas^?s eyes that he had turned into a fiend just by the way hewas so excited to be here.
I personally, came up to be with Cas and saywhat^?s up to happy. I did not care much for getting mentally distortedbut would do it anyway. It did not make sense but that^?s the waythings were. All I could say to Cas^?s statement was, “Phat,phat. It^?s going to be phat. ” When we got to the door I couldsmell the devils harsh scent.
It put butterflies in my stomach but I ignoredthem. I was the first to enter the room. I could hardly see through thedense air. I counted the number of silhouettes I could see. I counted abouttwelve.
One of them started to move toward me. No doubt it was Happy. “Ohshit, wussup!. I thought you guys would never get here. Yo, we is crazyfucked up.
We puffed like half a “P. ” Joe^?s boys fromNorth Phili rolled up with a pound a herb! Yo, come on, there^?slike half an “O” waitin^? for you on the table man. Yo,I got that that steam roller shit you was Tallinn^? about. Thatshit was the bomb! Damn it fucked me up! I took like two hits and I wasfucked.
Yo, the emergency blunts are on the dresser, help yourself!”I ignored Happy^?s garbage talk and nodded my head and gave hima pound with my hand. It was obvious from his bloodshot eyes and non-stopmumbling that he had been smoking all day. Before I could take anotherstep Cas almost knocked me down as he moved quickly toward the table wherethe “O” was. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!. I^?ve been waitingall week for this!. You comin^?? It^?s just me and you.
Wegoin^? to get our shit on tonight. ” I did nothing but nod myhead and follow Cas to the table. Cas being the one to try anything newwent straight for the steamroller that rested on the far end of the table. He grabbed the sandwich bag and pulled out a whole branch. He then proceededto break up the buds till he had a large pile in the middle of the table.
He began to tightly pack the open valve with the devil^?s herb. “Get ready to be toasted kid. “, Cas said right before he putthe pipe to his mouth. Those were the last sensible words I heard fromhim that night.
Cas then passed it to me. At first I hesitated but proceededanyway. I put the front opening into my mouth and covered the back onewith my right hand. With my left hand a picked up the lighter and approachedthe valve opening. I sparked the flint and went to work.
I moved the flamearound the edges of the valve getting the outside leaves first. At thesame time I began inhaling very hard. I started to taste the foul smokeforce its way down my throat. I looked into the cylinder and saw that athick cloud had formed.
Just when I could hold no more within my lungsI took my right hand off the back opening and one big suck. What that didwas take the air on the outside and use that to force all the smoke onthe inside into my lungs. I pulled the steamroller away and clenched mylips closed. My stomach felt like it had a whole colony of ants movingabout inside. It was a sickening feeling but I still held it inside, Ihad to be strong.
About five seconds had passed and I knew it was timeto exhale. I tilted my head back and let the smoke rise on its own. Thatwas the only part I truly enjoyed, seeing the smoke. My eyes began to tearand I needed a place more comfortable to sit.
I proceeded toward the couch. As soon as I made it to the couch I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes had passed since I had sat down and I had not felt anything. Could I be immune to the effect? That would be great. I could smoke twiceas much as Cas and Happy and not feel a thing.
I looked around the roomand saw that everyone was jumping about crazy. I looked at the table andsaw something unusual. It was a blunt. How did that get there? Nobody inthe room could roll one that fat.
I walked to the table and sat in thelarge chair at the head of the table. I stared in disgust at the emptysandwich bag which held nothing but branches and seeds inside. That hadtold me that Cas had returned here quite often. I picked up the blunt withonly three of my fingers and immediately sparked it up.
I had never smokeda blunt that fast in my life. But it is all right I thought to myself,I am immune. Boy was I wrong. The effects of the THC immediately went tomy brain. Before my movement became stunted I ran back to the couch thatI wanted to reside on for the rest of the night. Once I hit the sofa Ifelt it begin.
I hated this feeling. Every nerve in my body began to pulseand throb. It was unbearable. My skin had become so sensitive I could feelevery fiber in my shirt. My brain felt the worst of all.
I could have swornupon my mothers grave that I could actually feel my brain begin to bleedonto my spinal cord. It was thought I could truly not bare to imagine. There was no point in anyone talking to me because I could no longer hearin normal sounds. All I could hear were sounds that resembled radio vibrations.
But tonight I started to feel new horrors. I knew it was to late. All Icould do is wait it out. My body started to become extremely stiff. Mylegs joined together and formed a point on the bottom.
My arms went quicklyto my now completely straightened body. Then I started to notice a changein my color. I appeared to be getting darker and darker as time surpassed. It began to frighten me. The worst part was now starting to occur.
I couldliterally feel my insides start to change. It almost felt as if they werechanging into the herb I had just introduced into my body. I knew I wascoming to my end for now I was beginning to black out. I looked aroundfor help but everyone was to burnt to notice or even care.
My head becamestill and it forced me to stare at the window atop the ceiling. I triedto speak to ask for help but all I could do for my last five seconds wasstare at my purple tinted tongue in the reflection of the dark stainedwindow.
