Thursday, November 4, 2010
Walking Pot
Many things react differently to the different situations when you're high. We smoked a joint and walked over the cinemas. Along the way, the neighborhood had changed from back when we last use to roam. The 99cent store had relocated or was unable to be seen. Sneaker stores had cheap knock offs that they were selling at a discount price. I remembered the word "board" being used in a video game but now I know what it really meant. It was a completely different meaning from the one that I thought was correct. We had seen ruben studdard trying to sell cell phones. "No credit, bad credit, its OKAY." One guy seemed like he was threatening people to buy his cell phones. "Get them now!" I thought it would be funny if someone asked him if he had the IPHONE. Not having one, he would try and scheme up something, in order for him to take the sucker in. I recognized this only because I was high. We walked and walked and became thirsty. The clerk was giving us attitude because he probably knew we were high. Why else would we both buy the same drinks and stand there trying to find change? He knew. Of course he did. People stared and we talked seemingly loud. It had been a long walk and our destination was still even further. We told jokes to one another, racist jokes, jokes that we were saying all too loud.
We bought the movie tickets and found a mexican bar to waste time before the film started. We ordered nachos and some beers. We waited in the back as the smoke rose out from the kitchen and latin music was blasting through the small speakers they had. We looked at each other and said that we were in Mexico at the same time. I tapped along to the music as he looked over trying to see if our nachos were ready. The nachos eventually gave us both stomach aches as we climbed several stairs to reach our theater. We found seats in the back and laughed at the ridiculous ads they had before the film started. The movie was not very funny and I had fallen asleep two thirds of the way through. We walked back home but by this point, the pot had worn off and the trip back wasn't as eventful.
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