Monday, December 24, 2007

I Heart to Hate Xmas

So around 5 p.m. I got together with two of my best friends to have our traditional last xmas smoke out, which was the third of the day, if i counted the 3 a.m. smoke out with my homegirl and the noon smoke out with another old friend, before dinner with our respectable families. While waiting for a traffic light, on the corner of 112 St. and 107 Ave., one of my friends noticed that the girl in the car next to us was smoking a blunt. As soon as we all agreed that she was indeed smoking a blunt we were all filled with this bubbly joy, that only a lone female blunt smoker can bring out in a guy. We instantly started a shouting conversation, across our cars, with the girl. Disoriented by our fast talking, she gave one of my boys a roach. She was probably trying to calm us down, but as soon as she gave us the roach, she pulled out another blunt. That, my friends, was irresistible. We quickly all agreed that we had to smoke with this girl. My friend tells her to follow us for a quick smoke out, and surprisingly the girl was down. So I quickly tell her the address and she followed...

We all get out of the car and introduce ourselves, and then walk into our friends house. We sit in the kitchen, as i quickly go to work on a spliff. I spark and, of-course, pass the spliff to the new girl, hoping for some sort of complement, which I didn't get. We smoke and make some small talk. Then i get to work on another spliff, this time bigger and better than the last. I was gonna keep working for that complement as if my life depended on it. Sadly the girl never experienced the second, improved, spliff. She was on the way to her family dinner, before we so rudely interrupted her. I kindly walked her out to her car, sad goodbye, and of-course asked for her number. As I walked back into the house, and saw the faces of the two friends that had experienced the random bliss of the smoker community with me, I could not help but feel victorious. We had all played our parts out correctly, and were now rewarded with, at the least, a great story.

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