Is it over yet?
Oh GOD this weekend sucked.
Friday, as I'm making myself a fancy pesto pasta dish, since I've been watching food network a lot (I'm such a dork), I get a phone call from Adam (I'm not even going to bother with psuedonames here.) He'd been diligently working, trying to find someone who may have wanted to purchase acid, since he'd finally gotten a hold of an old friend who knew the process. I managed to drop my ladel, and jump around in glee, since I'd all but given up on my search. I decided to purchase 6 hits, one for each of the group and myself as well, for 120 dollars. Yeah, it was expensive, but what did I care? My friends have always been there for me, and I needed to do something to pay them back, and show them how much it meant to me that they put up with me every weekend. So, how'd I come up with 120 dollars in less than a day? I sold my guitar. Matt had been bugging me for a while to sell him my guitar, at a lowered price, and I finally had a real need for the money. So, money in hand, I give Adam the money, and hang at PartyHardy's for a while, to wait out the time it'd take for Adam to get back with the goods.
Eventually we got bored, and decided to go get a bag. We left, hunted one down, and rolled up a nice strawberry blunt to enjoy at the park. When we arrived back at PartyHardy's, we'd apparently just missed Adam! God damn my luck. As my luck seemed to have disappeared completely, it took us another freaking hour to find his stupid ass.
But lo and behold, he had it. In his little kit, he had a little folded up piece of aluminum foil, with 6 itty bitty pieces of paper lying inside. I swear, angels were singing. He was desperate for us to drop at his place, so that he may score a hit, but we decided to go to Enigma's--who lived just down the road. I decide to take two of my hits--Enigma waiting to take his until later, and PartyHardy dropping one.
We wait for close to an hour. NOTHING. I'm starting to get a little ticked, so I decide "Eh, what the hell." and drop my third one.
I eventually can't stand it anymore, and decide to go driving around. I know--stupid, especially since it was snowing-hard, and I had no idea if the acid was going to hit me, and if it did while driving, I was pretty much screwed. But, that didn't matter, I was on a mission of self discovery! Or so I told the crew. I mostly just wanted french fries :\. I made a quick stop at home for a shower and a "See you later!" to my mom, and I was gone. As I trudged the whole way back to TheEnigma's, my blood began to boil. "I was ripped...120 dollars..this is the last time..the last time.." became my mantra. Now remember--I'm an easy going hippy, at least most of the time. But I wanted blood.
As my luck would also have, it, as I pulled into TheEnigma's driveway, I find out...THEY AREN'T THERE. So, that means, I have to drive to the next town over, which is 20 miles away. And also, just to show me how much he loves me, God decides that he should start a BLIZZARD! There was snow, and rain, and crappy roads, for 20 miles, worried I may start an acid trip any minute, driving to find where the fuck my friends ran off to.
As soon as I get to PsychoNot's pad, I see the car's about to leave. Great. That means I have to drive ALL the way back to TheEnigma's. Enigma, PartyHardy, and some weird kid decide to all pile into my shitty car, and we manage to make it back without dying. However, my car made some funny noises--I decided to ignore that. 9 people go upstairs, and I promptly start rolling another blunt, with quivering hands, since I'm so angry and frustrated I'm about to strangle any of the nine people there. The night progresses without a flaw afterwards. I'm not entirely sure what happened during that time, but Loyalty informed me that Enigma had kicked him out of his (Enigma's) room, so I go and lay down next to him, he wraps me in his arms, and I fall asleep to soft kisses to my forehead.
The next day, I'm jolted awake by his mom pushing on the both of us to wake up, since apparently there were 9 strange people in her house, and PsychoNot needed a ride to work. We tried shaking her off, and she left, only to be replaced by Matt dangling Enigma's keys over our heads, threatening to steal the car. I promptly kicked him in the stomach (not too hard) and layed on top of Enigma so he couldn't escape and I'd have to wake up and walk out into the cold winter. But, eventually, we all had to go, to drop off PsychoNot, play some pool, and generally hang out.
PartyHardy decided he wanted to go home, which was alright since I was going to be passing his house anyway. Matt and the strange kid also piled in, and as we head out, I notice the "CHECK ENGINE" light on my car. Uh oh. As we just make it to PH's, it died. There wasn't a sputter, it didn't die with a bang, no, it just kind of stopped running and wouldn't start up again, and the piece of shit decided to roll down the road some before stopping. Well great. Enigma's already on his way out, doesn't have his cell phone, I have no idea how to fix a car, and I'm pretty much stranded. So, I have to call my mom. Thaat was glorious. She drove me home, the car was towed. Apparently, the altenator belt decided to come off or some shit, but didn't manage to break. God, that sucked.
The rest of that saturday was spent at home, sleeping, since I basically chalked this weekend up to bad karma for all the amazing weekends I'd had. Best not push my luck with actually going outside. Sunday, I went to Enigma's to just inform him on my car dying, smoked a couple of fags with him on the porch, a kiss goodbye, and it was back home.
Well, that was my weekend. I have leftover pizza to go and eat, and then maybe hide in a makeshift bunker until monday, lest a meteor decides to bonk me in the forehead.
Later days
Friday, as I'm making myself a fancy pesto pasta dish, since I've been watching food network a lot (I'm such a dork), I get a phone call from Adam (I'm not even going to bother with psuedonames here.) He'd been diligently working, trying to find someone who may have wanted to purchase acid, since he'd finally gotten a hold of an old friend who knew the process. I managed to drop my ladel, and jump around in glee, since I'd all but given up on my search. I decided to purchase 6 hits, one for each of the group and myself as well, for 120 dollars. Yeah, it was expensive, but what did I care? My friends have always been there for me, and I needed to do something to pay them back, and show them how much it meant to me that they put up with me every weekend. So, how'd I come up with 120 dollars in less than a day? I sold my guitar. Matt had been bugging me for a while to sell him my guitar, at a lowered price, and I finally had a real need for the money. So, money in hand, I give Adam the money, and hang at PartyHardy's for a while, to wait out the time it'd take for Adam to get back with the goods.
Eventually we got bored, and decided to go get a bag. We left, hunted one down, and rolled up a nice strawberry blunt to enjoy at the park. When we arrived back at PartyHardy's, we'd apparently just missed Adam! God damn my luck. As my luck seemed to have disappeared completely, it took us another freaking hour to find his stupid ass.
But lo and behold, he had it. In his little kit, he had a little folded up piece of aluminum foil, with 6 itty bitty pieces of paper lying inside. I swear, angels were singing. He was desperate for us to drop at his place, so that he may score a hit, but we decided to go to Enigma's--who lived just down the road. I decide to take two of my hits--Enigma waiting to take his until later, and PartyHardy dropping one.
We wait for close to an hour. NOTHING. I'm starting to get a little ticked, so I decide "Eh, what the hell." and drop my third one.
I eventually can't stand it anymore, and decide to go driving around. I know--stupid, especially since it was snowing-hard, and I had no idea if the acid was going to hit me, and if it did while driving, I was pretty much screwed. But, that didn't matter, I was on a mission of self discovery! Or so I told the crew. I mostly just wanted french fries :\. I made a quick stop at home for a shower and a "See you later!" to my mom, and I was gone. As I trudged the whole way back to TheEnigma's, my blood began to boil. "I was ripped...120 dollars..this is the last time..the last time.." became my mantra. Now remember--I'm an easy going hippy, at least most of the time. But I wanted blood.
As my luck would also have, it, as I pulled into TheEnigma's driveway, I find out...THEY AREN'T THERE. So, that means, I have to drive to the next town over, which is 20 miles away. And also, just to show me how much he loves me, God decides that he should start a BLIZZARD! There was snow, and rain, and crappy roads, for 20 miles, worried I may start an acid trip any minute, driving to find where the fuck my friends ran off to.
As soon as I get to PsychoNot's pad, I see the car's about to leave. Great. That means I have to drive ALL the way back to TheEnigma's. Enigma, PartyHardy, and some weird kid decide to all pile into my shitty car, and we manage to make it back without dying. However, my car made some funny noises--I decided to ignore that. 9 people go upstairs, and I promptly start rolling another blunt, with quivering hands, since I'm so angry and frustrated I'm about to strangle any of the nine people there. The night progresses without a flaw afterwards. I'm not entirely sure what happened during that time, but Loyalty informed me that Enigma had kicked him out of his (Enigma's) room, so I go and lay down next to him, he wraps me in his arms, and I fall asleep to soft kisses to my forehead.
The next day, I'm jolted awake by his mom pushing on the both of us to wake up, since apparently there were 9 strange people in her house, and PsychoNot needed a ride to work. We tried shaking her off, and she left, only to be replaced by Matt dangling Enigma's keys over our heads, threatening to steal the car. I promptly kicked him in the stomach (not too hard) and layed on top of Enigma so he couldn't escape and I'd have to wake up and walk out into the cold winter. But, eventually, we all had to go, to drop off PsychoNot, play some pool, and generally hang out.
PartyHardy decided he wanted to go home, which was alright since I was going to be passing his house anyway. Matt and the strange kid also piled in, and as we head out, I notice the "CHECK ENGINE" light on my car. Uh oh. As we just make it to PH's, it died. There wasn't a sputter, it didn't die with a bang, no, it just kind of stopped running and wouldn't start up again, and the piece of shit decided to roll down the road some before stopping. Well great. Enigma's already on his way out, doesn't have his cell phone, I have no idea how to fix a car, and I'm pretty much stranded. So, I have to call my mom. Thaat was glorious. She drove me home, the car was towed. Apparently, the altenator belt decided to come off or some shit, but didn't manage to break. God, that sucked.
The rest of that saturday was spent at home, sleeping, since I basically chalked this weekend up to bad karma for all the amazing weekends I'd had. Best not push my luck with actually going outside. Sunday, I went to Enigma's to just inform him on my car dying, smoked a couple of fags with him on the porch, a kiss goodbye, and it was back home.
Well, that was my weekend. I have leftover pizza to go and eat, and then maybe hide in a makeshift bunker until monday, lest a meteor decides to bonk me in the forehead.
Later days
posted by Minx at 7:29 PM
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