K9Unit
Bluelighter
It all started on what may seem like your typical friday afternoon. But there was an Aura in the air that day, and a big grin across my face, and $40 in my wallet.
05-03-02
2:30pm, I can feel the bottom of my foot as I step out of the car and onto the hot pavement. The suns rays bombared the earth, while the air sits idle and does nothing. A trickle of sweat runs down the side of my face as I pick up the phone, and start dialing that mysterious number that everytime I call it, I end up waisted. A crackling sound fills the air as the phone on the other side gets picked up, from then on a simple converstation erups. "Yo" "Yo" "Busy today?" "Nah, I never am" "Got any trees", "Just chopped down the rain forest" "sweet,....You up for a tweak?" "Always am, got something in mind" "As a matter of fact im holding those orange pills right now" "You want the Usual?" "Thats right, Ill see ya in 10min" Click.
A feeling of suspense flows over me, and the dial tone is screaming into my ear once agian, a phone call is made, and in 10min an 88 beamer is parked in my driveway. "Yo" "Whats up" "Same shit, you ready?" "yeah yeah, lets go" The heat from the sun grilled leather seats seeps into my body as I slide into the seat and the door shuts to the side of me. As always im just sitting there smiling like a madman.
2:50 Parked under the shade, I slowly open the door and step out with the utmost grace, Look up to see a hysterical man with bloodshot eyes standing infront me saying "You gonna love this shit" "Well snap crackle pop lets pack a bowl!"
3:10 *Click Click, zzzzt* the screaching sound of a lighter as its lit, and the burning feeling of hot smoke saturated with THC, entering your lungs, while you Slowly puff on the most beautiful bud you have ever seen, now that my friends, thats paradise. "Cough, Cough, Oh god thats great, oh damn thats Good shit" I can already feel my eyes droping to the floor when the bowl is passed back to me, and then the cycle begins. After about 6 more hits the bowl is cached, and I can no longer make out complete sentances.
3:30 After 20 min of sitting in silence and smoking on ports, the amplifying thump of a 100Wat Sub fills the air, and the flame of a dying newport finaly goes out in the ashtray, when a shockwave of sound rages through the mollecular holes in matter and distruping the gracefull shape on contures of burnt ash.
And the over amplified sound of Ludacris fills the room. Normaly im not a fan of rap, but because there is an outline of a chicken in my pants, I continue to stare off into space with out making any complaints. Now did I hear that right, a chicken in my pants? All of a suden a cartoon exploded on my pants, the fibers of demin slowly rocking back and forth bringing out the life in the creatures on my pants. All of a suden my body goes numb and I feel my self staring out into space, and then I start emitting random sounds that I Can only percive as laughter.
I look up Vlad, and hes picking at his teath, my mouth begins to move and I hear my self say "God im so fucking stoned" I can no longer make out the music, and vlad is unresponsive, for a while staring at the floor all while picking his teeth.
I close my eyes, and All Time just seems to stop, A large path way of darkness is infront of me and im just looking off into the unknown reaches of darkned space. Through the corner of my ears, the welcoming sound of Tool fills through me, and I open up my eyes only to realize that 1 hour has passed by, and Im sitting at my desk. Slowly memories start to overcome me, I see my self Saying, "Yo later man, I catch ya on monday"
Geting into the 88Beamer, and riding home, on what feels like a magic carpet.
4:30pm. I nice ice cream bar is pulled out of the freezer, and Im just stading there with a huge grin on my face, slowly tearing away at the wax coated wraper surrounding the tasty treat I am about to indulge my self in. "*CRUNCH!!* Ohh Hmmm, this taste so good" I think to my self while I chow down. I walk my self over to the couch and flop down like a wornout shirt on the couch, and I can feel my limbs slowly sinking into the couch. I finish up whats left of my ice cream, and lay down on the couch, I blink for a second, and the next thing I find is my self staring at the kitchen clock, amazed that time jumped from 4:30pm, to 11:00pm at night, Im left with only one thought in my mind as I slowly drift off the sleep "What happened today?"
05-03-02
2:30pm, I can feel the bottom of my foot as I step out of the car and onto the hot pavement. The suns rays bombared the earth, while the air sits idle and does nothing. A trickle of sweat runs down the side of my face as I pick up the phone, and start dialing that mysterious number that everytime I call it, I end up waisted. A crackling sound fills the air as the phone on the other side gets picked up, from then on a simple converstation erups. "Yo" "Yo" "Busy today?" "Nah, I never am" "Got any trees", "Just chopped down the rain forest" "sweet,....You up for a tweak?" "Always am, got something in mind" "As a matter of fact im holding those orange pills right now" "You want the Usual?" "Thats right, Ill see ya in 10min" Click.
A feeling of suspense flows over me, and the dial tone is screaming into my ear once agian, a phone call is made, and in 10min an 88 beamer is parked in my driveway. "Yo" "Whats up" "Same shit, you ready?" "yeah yeah, lets go" The heat from the sun grilled leather seats seeps into my body as I slide into the seat and the door shuts to the side of me. As always im just sitting there smiling like a madman.
2:50 Parked under the shade, I slowly open the door and step out with the utmost grace, Look up to see a hysterical man with bloodshot eyes standing infront me saying "You gonna love this shit" "Well snap crackle pop lets pack a bowl!"
3:10 *Click Click, zzzzt* the screaching sound of a lighter as its lit, and the burning feeling of hot smoke saturated with THC, entering your lungs, while you Slowly puff on the most beautiful bud you have ever seen, now that my friends, thats paradise. "Cough, Cough, Oh god thats great, oh damn thats Good shit" I can already feel my eyes droping to the floor when the bowl is passed back to me, and then the cycle begins. After about 6 more hits the bowl is cached, and I can no longer make out complete sentances.
3:30 After 20 min of sitting in silence and smoking on ports, the amplifying thump of a 100Wat Sub fills the air, and the flame of a dying newport finaly goes out in the ashtray, when a shockwave of sound rages through the mollecular holes in matter and distruping the gracefull shape on contures of burnt ash.
And the over amplified sound of Ludacris fills the room. Normaly im not a fan of rap, but because there is an outline of a chicken in my pants, I continue to stare off into space with out making any complaints. Now did I hear that right, a chicken in my pants? All of a suden a cartoon exploded on my pants, the fibers of demin slowly rocking back and forth bringing out the life in the creatures on my pants. All of a suden my body goes numb and I feel my self staring out into space, and then I start emitting random sounds that I Can only percive as laughter.
I look up Vlad, and hes picking at his teath, my mouth begins to move and I hear my self say "God im so fucking stoned" I can no longer make out the music, and vlad is unresponsive, for a while staring at the floor all while picking his teeth.
I close my eyes, and All Time just seems to stop, A large path way of darkness is infront of me and im just looking off into the unknown reaches of darkned space. Through the corner of my ears, the welcoming sound of Tool fills through me, and I open up my eyes only to realize that 1 hour has passed by, and Im sitting at my desk. Slowly memories start to overcome me, I see my self Saying, "Yo later man, I catch ya on monday"
Geting into the 88Beamer, and riding home, on what feels like a magic carpet.
4:30pm. I nice ice cream bar is pulled out of the freezer, and Im just stading there with a huge grin on my face, slowly tearing away at the wax coated wraper surrounding the tasty treat I am about to indulge my self in. "*CRUNCH!!* Ohh Hmmm, this taste so good" I think to my self while I chow down. I walk my self over to the couch and flop down like a wornout shirt on the couch, and I can feel my limbs slowly sinking into the couch. I finish up whats left of my ice cream, and lay down on the couch, I blink for a second, and the next thing I find is my self staring at the kitchen clock, amazed that time jumped from 4:30pm, to 11:00pm at night, Im left with only one thought in my mind as I slowly drift off the sleep "What happened today?"
