Smoke floating upward between 3 people on a bed. No, its not dirty, stop thinking that (just illegal). Its amazing to me that in 2009, you can buy gallons of liquor on any corner, AND YET, pot is still illegal. The ONLY thing pot ever did to negatively effect me, was to make me lazy and gain 20pounds in a month. I actually got caught smoking pot last night, by my mother. I was on her back porch smoking out of a crude aluminum can pipe. Normally, I'd roll a joint like a civilized bi-ped, but this was to good stuff, real high-grade "mary jane". So rolling it in a J wouldve been wasteful. Also, the 4th of July was in 2days and I was trying to conserve.
So, I'm right in the middle of taking a massive toke, and like !lightening! my mother whips back the curtain on the porch door. And thru the glass panes, she saw me! Of course, I put the can down as quick as possible and took a drag off my cigarette. I pretended nothing was wrong and waved at her. She started to put the curtain back down, as if she were going to just let it go. But her denial just wasnt strong enough. SHE SAW IT. And she couldnt deny it. She jerked the door open and asked me, "What was that!? What were you doing with that can?!"
"Nothing," I said with a guilty smile. "Its nothing, really. I'm just doing an experiment."
Yeah, she didnt buy that. Not one word of it. She stomped towards the can as I backed up, steadying myself to run, if necessary. She snatched up the can and smelt it.
"Its pot!" I came clean. "Its just pot!"
"JUST pot!?" She hissed. "I'm getting tired of your shit, Nathan! You keep it up and you'll be out on the street!" She started to go back in, then turned around to elaborate. "And do NOT bring pot to my house anymore!" That was it. She was out of steam. She waddled back in the house and left me be. I stood there laughing, trying not to cry. I felt like I was 16 all over again. But, the really weird thing about what happened was my mothers tone of voice. She sounded mad, but also sounded like she was mailing-in the performance. I thought about it. And now I truly believe, she was relieved that I wasnt smoking crack. She still didnt talk to me the rest of the evening.
That was last night. Tonight I was smart enough to come over to a friends house to get stoned. The 3 of us are baked. We're all in our own little worlds. We've all taken a small vacation from our lives. This is the way to go. Crack couldnt be a good as this. Chillin out. Getting baked. With some good friends. To hell with crack. To hell with liquor, too. I'm sticked to pot. Just not on my mom's back porch.
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