We've known each other a while now.
I was what... 13 when we were first introduced? Fall of 7th grade my best friend had been given a film canister full of weed by a senior he was pestering.
We spent the night in a half finished barn smoking from a home-made gravity bong/bubbler/empty 1-liter soda bottle with some tin-foil and a couple parts from a pen.... I had such an amazing time.
Partly I was thrilled to have finally met this thing I'd been infatuated with ever since D.A.R.E. taught me how to resist drug abuse misinformation. Also because I loved how I felt... The Captain Crunch tasted so good I ate a good half pound before noticing the candy coated cereal had shredded the inside of my mouth.
My friend and I talked endlessly about nothing and everything. Laughing with sincerity and falling in love... with you, with a lifestyle, with a mindset, and the idea that drugs make what appeared to be an ever-bleaker reality a beautiful clear fall night in Minnesota.
I'm exhausted so I'm going to cut this letter short. I have to work in less than 4 hours and I haven't slept a wink. Partly because I'm out of pot for the night... but that's not really the whole story. That's not even the whole story of that night we first met.
bye for now