Room 210

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Well I ended up scoring some weed for the holidays. It was a longggg day though.

It was the last day of school, and basically we only had to go for 1st period, then we can just loaf until 1. Most people just left lol.
I was walking around the school, desperate as fuck, when some girl I knew came up to me:

Her: "Hey Mike, do you know where I can get some herb?"
Me: "No, that's the fucked up thing. I'm dry too."
Her: "Ughhhh."

Hm, I thought, sadly. It appears I have some competition. What if they were luckier than I was?
Even more stressed out and having no luck at school, I left and went to the mall. I'd have to buy from some random dudes I guess.
I hate doing this, they always have random stuff that SUCKS. And sometimes they don't even give you weed! My friend bought a dime bag once, and he got spices. Like spices you use in your kitchen.

It was only 11am, so I doubted they'd be anyone there.

I was right. I bought a hamburger and eat it slowly. Never mind the hot babes coming in waves into the food court.

"I'm not sleeping until I get blazed." I told my friend Jay when he called me.
"Me neither bro." He replied. "I'll text you if I find anything." He was at another part of the mall. We split up to cover more ground.

2 HOURS OF NOTHING LATER

Still nothing. I was losing faith, maybe I'd have to try again tomorrow.
I sat with Jay at the bus stop. "I think imma just go home." I said quietly.
"me too."

Then suddenly, his phone rang. We got someone!
"Where are you?" He yelled into his phone. A few "Mhm"'s and "k"'s later. He looked at me and smiled "They're at school."
We caught the next bus and headed back to school.

When we reached I got a text.
"Go to room 210."
I motioned to Jay. And we entered the school. The room is nearby so it took us a few seconds to get there.
We saw the guy sitting there. I whipped out my money, he whipped out a bag. Quick trade.
I was stuffing the bag into my pocket. "Well good sir, have a good holiday."
"You too. And yo," I spun around. "That's some strong stuff in there."

I grinned.

About an hour later

I met up with another friend (and Jay) and we sat on a bench at a park.
"He said it's pretty strong." I said, pulling out the bag.
"Let's test it out for now." Jay said.
"So no fat bowl?"
"No. Not yet."
I opened the bag, and the air condition changed. This bag reeked of weed.

It was like my first time all over again. 🙂

"Pipe." I filled the bowl of my friend's pipe. "Lighter." Someone placed a lighter in my hand. It was like a surgery.

"Gentlemen, see you in space." I lit it up.

And we blazed.

~Nass