Pass the J

MAJOR FLASHBACK MOMENT-

It was a Sunday. One of those days in which your too lazy to do anything eventhough there was so much to do and account for. But somehow, you just couldnt be bothered to get off from your bed and actually do something productive.

Phone rings. Ah. Communication.

F says- Hey... whatcha doin?

I say- Literally staring at the walls.I cant study, cant concentrate. Lets do something man, Napoleon and Hitler can wait.

F says- Will pick you up in 15 mintues. Goldies house is empty. We can pick up J and A and chill there for a bit. Goldie has some weed, we can make an evening out of it.

I say- Ok man but today is the last day, i cant keep on smoking up man. And i have a family dinner at 8, so i need to be compeltely normal by then.

So we all end up at Goldies, and the slow process of making the joint begins. We all sit in a circle, and light up three at a time. It was like a game, we did it often. You would inhale, and then pass it on, and couldnt exhale till another joint was passed on to you. Slowly, people started to cough, it was hard to hold your breath with so much smoke in your lungs. Soon it was just J and A left, and both of them gave up too eventually, and the rizlas were thrown in to the bin casually. The entire room had that familiar smell of grass. I sunk back into the sofa, the drugs were having their effect. Soon, i could feel every thing so vividly, i remember the rough surface of the sofa, with the tassles of the pillow. I remember the cackling of the ciggarette when i inhaled. I remember the flash of my camera when A took a picture of me singing Nirvana all to myself. Everything was funny and i just couldnt stop laughing. And then F, like the idiot that she is, screams out-

"So A, who you going to the ball with?"

He looks down and smiles, and says "No one yet"

I smile too, i already know he is going to ask me. People had been talking about it. In typical high school style, he had told Goldie who had told F who had come and reported to me. It was just a matter of time pretty much, both of us knew we were going together. But it was getting annoying, what was he waiting for. (Later he told me he wanted to keep me hanging, it was supposed to be funny, and in a weird way it was.)

In my stoned state i go "A, will you go to the ball with me?" (I was lying down on the sofa, with my hair hanging down one side of it. While saying this I put my hands way up, like i was yelling "suprise" for my 85 year old grandmother. In retrospect, that was probably quite odd.)

And up he stands, and picks up my hands and holds them in his and goes "Well, the question is Miss ****, will you go with me?"

I grin and say, "Ofcourse you idiot."

And we hug, and everyone starts oo-ing and aa-ing and we blush, eventhough we try to hide it. And now, its a wee bit awkward, so we all get up to leave and get food. He leaves in his car. Goldie was my ride home.

That surge of happiness i will never forget.

He used to smile with his eyes i remember.



sigh. good times