Chronicles of a Stoner
Chapter Three: Mixing Drugs
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Chronicles of a Stoner
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Sounds of Sublime
blast through Sonya’s speakers, as we drive to a nearby grocery store that is
conveniently open late. I don’t bother
buckling my safety belt because I’m in my own little world created by nature’s
hallucinogen, shrooms.
and who I am with.
But before I get too ahead of myself, let me backtrack a several
hours.
***
It’s a beautiful, sunny day in the middle of August.
I’ve just gotten paid and want to share the wealth with my
friends. So I call a few of my friends
up to see if they would be down with the idea of shrooming,
my treat. Of course they all agree…who
wouldn’t?
Having agreed to be our designated drivers for the night,
Sonya and Terrence arrive at my apartment.
The time is around five ‘o’ clock in the afternoon.
My step-brother, Ben, arrives at my apartment shortly af
tot
toting the drugs of choice: pot and shrooms.
eighth of shrooms.
After buying his own twamp of
who I will be sharing my shrooms with.
arrived, Justin shows up with Autumn and Jasmine.
Finally, now that everyone is here and it’s getting late, we
sit down in my living room to ingest the shrooms.
mouths of the taste of shit from the shrooms.
that price for the reward of the high.
The only people who aren’t taking any shrooms
are Sonya, Terrence, Autumn and Jasmine.
to smoke a bowl or two.
I divide my bag of shrooms with
Ricky and we toast each other before eating down the drugs.
seems to have eaten theirs, too.
I walk to my pantry and pull my my glass bong.
piece, I proceed to take the first hit.
The water in the bong sloshes around rather loudly because
of my vigorous inhalation and I feel water splash up on my lips.
immense cloud of smoke that has built up.
Passing the bong to the left, the traditional rotation, I
wipe bong water off of my mouth. I
slowly exhale, trying to let the smoke linger in my lungs for as long as
possible.
A few more hits to kill fir first bowl and a second bowl
later, I feel very high. I have a
see that I’m not the only one.
Sonya and Terrence, I can tell, are high as hell.
they wouldn’t have to go through the night being completely sober.
themselves.
I glance outside through the sliding glass door that leads
to my deck, to find the sky turned black, and bright twinkling stars scattered
through the dark sky. I make a comment
on it and Justin stands up, claiming that he needs to get Jasmine and
start to take effect.
***
It’s been about an hour since we took the
I feel myself progressively coming down from being stoned, but there’s
something else. Something different
about coming down that I don’t normally experience and I know that the
Getting high and then coming down as you begin to fry is a
very surreal experience.
There is a tingling sensation running up and down my spinal
chord and in my neck. My palms are
claming up and feel excessively sweaty.
My stomach feels fluttery, as if I’m nervous, and the feeling increases
almost to the point to where I feel nauseous…almost.
And then it happens, and it comes so quickly that I didn’t
even anticipate it. Colors, I see, sharpen
and my thought process differs from the norm.
It’s like there are a bunch of broken thoughts zipping through my mind
and I don’t have the attention span to try to organize them.
happening very fast, and I feel excited.
In this order: Ben, Adam, Ricky, and myself, are sitting on
my ‘L’ shaped couch; and Sonya and Terrence are sitting on the floor, facing
us. world, and no one has said a word since Justin left.
I’m the first to break through the silence, “I wonder how
Justin’s doing.”
Everyone looks at me, knowing what I mean, and laughs.
“He’s probably just as high as I am,” Ben laughed.
And with that, conversation begins.
“Is anyone as high as I am?” Adam asks no one in particular.
“Yeah,” I reply at the same time as Ricky.
is not very humorous.
“Who else feels the silence is too much?” I ask.
Not waiting for an answer, I stand up.
manage to make my way to my three-disk CD player.
friends think, though I don’t think they’d care much, I put in
one of my favorite Outkast albums.
I sit back down, and get lost in the trumpeting horns and
rhythmic beat bumping through the speakers.
Once again, we are all in our own little worlds.
but I have yet to see the visual effects.
Wanting to try something, I sile sta stand up and turn off
the light.
“Why’d you do that?” Ben, but I don’t give him an answer
just yet.
and an ashtray by the light of the moon spilling into the kitchen through the
small window. I sit back down and light
a cigarette, in desperate need of nicotine.
After taking a few drags, I finally answer Ben, “I wanted to
see something.”
The cherry of my cigarette is burning bright, a reddish-orange
color, and it stands out in the dark room.
I hold the cigarette so that the tip is at my eye level and start waving
it around. I’m trying to see if I’m
starting to have visuals and the easiest way to tell that is if you’re seeing
tracers. As I wave the cigarette back
and forth from left to right, I see the cherry leaving streaks of red
behind.
“Look,” I say as I gently nudge Ricky with my elbow.
I holdcigacigarette so that it is somewhat in front of Ricky
and proceed to wave it around.
“Are you seeing tracers?”
“Whoa,” he murmurs, “yeah, I’m definitely seeing tracers.”
Everyone is mesmerized by my cigarette and they begin to
light their own. I stop staring at the
cigarette, and turn my focus to the ceiling, which has suddenly become very
interesting to look at.
Just then, the front door opens and a deep voice breaks
through my thoughts, interrupting the trance-like state I was in.
because we all sit up at about the same time.
“Justin?” I hear Sonya ask through the darkness.
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“Yeah?” his deep voice says.
“How’re you holding up?” I ask back.
“I could barely drive, and I’m sure I only went five miles
per hour the whole way heree ree replies, nonchalantly.
I chuckle at his response because I had a feeling that
something similar to that would happen.
I’m not the only one who found that a bit comical because I hear a few
chuckles coming from Ben and Ricky. Adam
still seems to be too absorbed in his own little world to have noticed Justin’s
reappearance.
“How’re you guys feeling?” I direct the question to Sonya
and Terrence. “Are you still high?”
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p clp class=MsoNormal>I toss them my bag of pot and pass them the bong that was
sitting on the ground, close to my feet.
It’s a wonder that I hadn’t knocked it over yet.
“Smoke all you want, you guys deserve it,” I smile at them.
“Hey,” Terrence suddenly says, “remember when I said I was
going to bring my remote controlled sailboat?”
That certainly caught the attention of the rest of the
guys. I look at Sonya, catching her
gaze, I roll my eyes.
“Well, I brought it with me if you all would want to drive
down to
Justin, who was about to sit down on the last available seat
on the couch, stands back up. Ben, Adam
and Ricky look just as excited and they, too, proceed to stand up.
car keys and jacket. Everyone else gets
their jackets and I hand Sonya the keys to my car.
“I doubt if we’ll all fit into one car,” I say, remembering
that my car only seats four. Wow, it’s
really hard to think rationally when you are on the verge of frying balls.
says as she jingles the keys in her hand, “I’ll drive you and another person in
your car and Terrence can take whoever else in our car.”
“That works,” I say distractedly because I am now entranced
by the dust that has collected on my television screen, which is illuminated by
the moonlight seeping in through the curtains in front of the sliding glass
door.
The dust keeps moving and changing, taking on different
forms. And somehow has managed to take
on different shades of pink and blue.
I am so enthralled by the dust that normally disgusts me
that I don’t even notice that Ben has moved to stand next to me.
He, too, is gazing at the dust on the black screen, but
brings himself back to reality by saying, “I’ll ride with you and Sonya.”
I smile up at my step-brother, but don’t say anything.
inches greatly surpasses my five feet and seven inch height.
We all head outside to whichever car we’re riding in, when I
suddenly feel a warm flush coming on.
And as my body temperature rises, the tingling sensation in my spinal
chord intensifies. I have to brace
myself against a car to keep from falling.
Once we’re all loaded in the cars and ready to go, Sonya
pulls out of the driveway, followe Ter Terrence.
neon lights flashing on the screen of my deck.
Bright flashes of green and yellow portray the track number of the CD
playing. I look outside and notice that
the short ride to the nearest lake has come to an end.
The lake is deserted, as expected at this time of
night. Terrence gets out his sailboat
from the trunk of his car, and carries it over to the water’s edge.
away from the small group that has gathered around the sailboat.
There is a bike trail that runs along the edge of the lake,
and lamp posts that follow the trail, in a straight line.
floating, but aligned, orange orbs. The
stars are scattered across the calm water surface and the moon is brightly
glowing. It is a very beautiful scene
and I take it all in. I have a feeling
that I would appreciate this beauty even if I wasn’t frying.
The boys are busy taking turns controlling the boat, while
Sonya comes to stand next to me.
“Hey,” she says, interrupting the serenity of the moment I
had been caught up in.
“Hey,” my reply lacking enthusiasm.
“I have to go give Terrence’s sister a ride home from her
friend’s house,” she says.
I turn my gaze to her, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Why doesn’t Terrence give normal\'>his sister a ride home?” I ask feeling a bit annoyed at the
prospect of my only female companion of the evening leaving.
“I’ll be back,” she assures me, “and I think Terrence wants
to stay because of that stupid sailboat.
This is actually the first time he’s been able to show it off.”
their toys.”
I laugh, but I suddenly feel dizzy, so I sit down.
ask, “When’re you leaving?”
“Right now, as a matter of fact,” she glances down at her
watch.
“Go ahead and take my car,” I tell her.
“I’m going to tell Terrence I’m leaving,” she says before walking
off.
But I hardly hear her last comment because something more
interesting has caught my eye. The
sailboat was sailing right in front of me, cutting through the once calm
surface of the lake, and leaving a trail of ripples behind it.
But unlike normal ripples, these don’t seem to stop
rippling. They just keep moving across
the water, expanding as they go. The
darkness seems to be reflected across the surface of the water and the waves
from the ripples look smooth and black, with the consistency of molasses.
stare hard at it.
I am pulled out of my trance by my shoulders shaking…or
someone shaking my shoulders, rather. At
any rate, I look up into the perpetrator’s and and find that it’s Ricky.
“We’re all getting cold, so we’re going to wait in
Terrence’s car, for Sonya to get back.”
“But will everyone fit?” I ask.
“I’m sure we’ll work something out,” he grins.
He is holding out a hand to help me up with, and I take
it. I use his arm to steady myself as I
regain my balance. We walk over to
Terrence’s car, a hatchback of some sort, where he is replacing his
sailboat.
“Go ahead and take the front seat,” Terrence says to
me.
I smile my thanks and take the passenger seat up front.
the Terrence, Adam, and Ricky are left to squeeze into the backseat.
Sitting in the slightly warmer car, I see a passing car
approaching. For a brief moment I felt
as if I was coming down, but I peered closely at the headlights on the
car. Normally I would not see red,
green, blue, yellow andultiultitude of other colors shining.
passed my high took on a whole different level.
***
Sonya came back not fifteen minutes later and Ben and I
silently piled into my car. I’m glad
that I don’t have to drive because, at this point, I don’t think I would be
able to.
“Hey, Sonya, do you and Terrence want to smoke a bowl when
we get back to my place?” I query.
“Yeah, that would be cool,” she replies, not wanting to
sound too eager to smoke my pot, even though I know she and Terrence, both,
probably are.
We arrive back at my apartment and make our way inside.
yet another bowl, and pass it to Terrence for the first hit.
I decide that I am too high to smoke pot and recline back in
my seat. The texture on the walls slowly
starts to drip down. The stains in my
carpet swirl around, making intricate designs.
I barely acknowledge that someone has asked me if they could change the
CD. I wave my hand in an okaying motion
and soon I hear Project Pat thumping through my stereo.
in.
I am guessing that they have finished the bowl because
everyone except for Sonya is gathered around a big bowl of salsa and a bag of
tortilla chips. When did anyone get up
to get that from my kitchen? I glance at
the group of guys huddled around the food and then I glance at Sonya.
At the same time I look over at her, she asks, “Would anyone
want me to make a trip to the store?”
***
So now it is
and sounds of Sublime blast through
Sonya’s speakers, as we drive to a nearby grocery store that is conveniently
open late. I don’t bother buckling my
safety belt because I’m in my own little world ced bed by nature’s
hallucinogen, shrooms.
and who I am with.
The song that we are listening to seems to set my high at a
different pace. My head doesn’t feel so
crowded with random thoughts, as I find I can think more clearly.
really hard, but it’s more of a body high at this point.
We pull into the parking lot of the grocery store.
Sonya had to stop by her and Terrence’s apartment to pick up their dog,
Smokey. I’m getting very relaxing vibes
from the music and the conversation I’m having with Sonya and I feel very glad
that I decided to join her on this trip to the store.
She decides to smoke a bowl in the parking lot, and I
politely decline, feeling too high already.
When she finishes, I ask if she can pick me up a pack of
cigarettes and hand her a five dollar bill.
As she gets out of the car, she asks me if I want to come inside with
her. I quickly decide that, yes, I do
want to venture inside the store. And am
I in for one hell of a trip.
She picks out what they guys requested, a few bags of beef
jerky, a couple of liters of soda, and mass amounts of candy.
and a pack of cigarettes, she leaves me to fend for my high self.
Standing, looking around I am wondering what my next move
should be.
Hmm…well, where should
I go?
I rub my chin, deep in thought.
the, now familiar, feeling of my high changing.
But since I am able to feel the change, I start feeling giddy and my
visuals are intensifying.
Okay, I think Sonya
mentioned that I should go out to the car to wait for her.
I start to walk, I’m at the opposite side of the store from
the entrance, but looking down the long aisles, I soon see the automated
sliding double doors. I start walking
down the aisle that will lead me closer to the doors, than the other
aisles.
I’m walking down the aisle, but I don’t feel like I’m
getting any closer to the end of the aisle.
The shelves seem to be growing taller and bowing inward, towering over
me. I’m starting to feel paranoid
because I feel as if the aisle will never end.
But through the panic I still feel somewhat giddy.
aisle. I have to stop myself from
sighing with relief as I’m walking by the row of cash registers.
There is a small group of cashiers standing at the end
register, and they are all giving me odd looks.
I raise my eyebrows and stare straight ahead, not acknowledging their
obvious stares. But it’s taking me all
the concentration I currently possess to not smile, which is what my mouth is
twitching to do, but I bite down on my tongue and continue forward.
As I’m exiting the store, I notice a lot of late-night
shoppers walking into the store from their cars.
I don’t really care, and I let a grin spread across my face, earning me some
more strange looks.
I am so busy thinking about other people and being slightly
paranoid that I don’t notice that I’m walking right by the cars that were
scattered across the parking lot. I turn
around to try to spot Sonya’s car, but every car looks like her car in the
dark. I walk up and down the row of cars
when I come across a car that looks extremely familiar.
My hopes rise even further when I make out the outline of
Smokey patiently waiting in the back seat.
I quickly cross the road to the row of cars where I have
spotted my friend’s car. I walk right up
to it and peer inside. To my shock, the
“outline” of Smokey that I had previously supposedly seen was actually a
briefcase. an>Ian>I take a step back and see
that this car is not even the same color as Sonya’s car.
Now I am completely confused and have successfully gotten
myself lost.
Panic-stricken, I wildly look around, desperately searching
for Sonya’s car.
What if she’s already
there, waiting for me? What if she left
me here?
I look at all the different cars, but they all look like
Sonya’s car. I see a woman walking to
the entrance of the store, and she pauses to look at me like I’m crazy.
finally continues on her way.
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I run across the road to the next row of cars.
that there should be a dog in the car, and I start keeping a lookout for a car
with a big Husky in the back.
I freeze in my tracks as I see someone familiar approach
me. I barely register that the, female,
apparently, is trying to speak to me.
“What?” I ask stupidly.
“Are the doors locked?” she repeats, the volume of her voice
escalated.
“Sonya” I state.
“Yeah,” she says with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
For some reason, her acknowledgement scares the shit out of
me, as I proceed to jump backwards.
“Shit,” I swear, “you scared the fuck out of me.
seemed to have escalated in the past half hour—”
“But the last time I saw you was about five minutes ago,”
she interrupts.
I continue on, disregarding her comment, “I walked down an
almost endless aisle in the store, and then I got lost out here,” I wave my
arm, indicating the parking lot.
Sonya smiles and says, “Well, sounds like you’ve had quite
an adventure,”
“Now you’re just putting me on,” I grin back at her.
She unlocks the doors, which I don’t remember her locking
them before, and gets in. As if to make
sure I’ve got the right car, I peek into the window of the back door behind the
passenger side seat, and a panting Smokey is looking contentedly back at
me.
Sitting down, I buckle up and turn to say to Sonya, “Let’s
smoke a bowl before we go back.”
***
Happy, safe, and now stoned—oh, but I’m still frying balls—I
feel very good right about now. We’re
walking into my apartment, a cigarette held between two fingers on my right
hand.
The guys look tired, especially Justin who looks very assed
out. Adam looks as if he will pass out
at any moment. Maybe
kick them out.
“Well,” I say to the group lounging in my living room,
clapping my hands together rather loudly.
The desired effect was reached when they all sat up attentively,
snapping out of their tired states. “You
all look ready to fall asleep, and I feel the same way.”
“Are you trying to get rid of us?” Ben asks, getting the
hint. Trust Ben to pick up on the casual
hinting faster than the others.
“I’m sorry, but I really need to pass out,” I smile kindly
at each of them.
They each reluctantly stand up, some a bit more wobbly than
others. Then they proceed to retrieve their
jackets.
“Ben, Adam, Ricky, Justin,” I address them, “how are you
getting home?”
“Well, would it be all right if we left our cars here till
the morning, and catch a ride back here to pick them up?” Ben asks.
I nod my consent and he continues talking, “Sonya and
Terrence already said they’d let us crash at their place, and Sonya said she’ll
drop us off here on the way to work.”
“Seems like you have everything planned,” I say, walking
with him towards the front door, where everyone has slowly made their way to.
He nods his head in agreement; stooping down, he wraps his
lanky arms around me, gripping me in a tight hug.
go.
“It was real fun,” Adam says from behind me, also pulling me
into a hug. I smile up at him, he being
a few inches shorter than Ben, still taller than me.
“Yeah,” I agree. He
lets me go and I turn to Sonya and Terrence.
“Thank you so much,”
I say, giving each a hug. “Call me,” I
say to Sonya before they exit my apartment to head out to their car.
Ben and Adam follow, but they turn simultaneously to flash
me a grin. Their pupils are still huge
and I know that they are still frying. I
grin back at them, trying to match their
smiles.
before I can say anything. I smile up at
them, both being about the height of Ben.
Ricky releases me and asks, “Are you still frying?
“Funny, I thought the same thing about Ben and Adam, just
now,” I comment, avoiding answering the question.
They look equally high, and I dismiss them with a wave.
“We’ll call you tomorrow to match a bowl,” Justin says
before closing the door completely.
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I smile, locking the door.
What am I going to do
by myself? I wonder as I sit down at my couch.
I decide to lie down on my bed and stare at the
ceiling. The time is around one-thirty
in the morning according to my alarm clock.
The next time I check the clock, which seems like a mere couple of
minutes later, the time clearly reads six-thirty AM.
I finally am able to fall asleep.
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Author’s Note:
Wow, I didn’t even expect any reviews, but thanks to you
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I hope you weren’t too confused and/or extremely bored by this chapter…I think I kept
switching back and forth between different tenses, but this chapter brought
back a lot of memories (I swear that excuse didn’t sound as lame when I came up
with it). The incident about getting
lost in the parking lot really did happen, I’m ashamed to admit.
Anyhow, it’s late, but I wanted to finish this chapter and
post it before I went to bed. Now that
it’s done, I can finally go to sleep.