My friend was wearing something that delivered nitrous to him from a tank. A head covering. And for some reason a piece of popcorn was part of it. He had to stop because he couldnt take the buttery flavored popcorn.
I had been negotiating/talking with what seemed to be a DEA agent. He had caught me with something, or almost did, but our relationship was more educational. I went through various classes, in something, where he was present. Many others were as well. I don't rememeber much about these classes. Or even if they were classes. I know they were weird. The DEA guy reminded me if the red headed actor who plays on Homeland in the lead role.
I drove a large SUV. It was mine or a close friends. Rich kid.
I started going to these sessions stoned. I haven't been high in a while. I felt the guy knew but didn't care much.
A girl I knew, Melissa, asked me how many times I had thought about marrying her. I said passively, a lot, perhaps. Or simply, sometimes. We were in my car. I took her down the road, where I felt a lot of sexual tension. She lives in the country. This was there. She took her underwear off and got out. Blue dress. Stood there against a barbed wire fence, and hopped over. This was a yard with a lot of beat up vehicles. Like a small junkyard before and beyond the fence. Beyond the fence was soon a small valley and field and trees. Perhaps a stream down the way. It was night, but bright enough. Perhaps lighting from the property. I wanted to stay before the fence. But, I felt that it was probably a place of business, and it was night, so said okay. As soon as she climbed (gracefully) over, a guy raised up from behind a car to the right and ahead a little, with a rifle and aimed I think. I said "whoa, alright, I'm sorry, we're gone", but this guy chose to make it difficult. I wondered what a dude was waiting like that for in the middle of the night/early A.M. then he called in his buddy who probably took us into a kitchen in a residence, at gunpoint. They were threatening Melissa, asking sexual things, I think, but I managed to get their attention mostly on killing us. I couldn't let my pride go. For some reason we had pizza, and they wanted some of it. It wasn't that the pizza was a big deal, it was my pride. They were trying to get me go back down... To give something up. Fuck them. After some manly discussion of this guy telling me he can take me, and me saying not if you give me time to plan (and at one time I could take three of him, I told him, and awoke saying it aloud), I told him about the federal agent that had been nosing around, and that if anything happened to me, that he'd ask which is the last direction I went/he'd find out, and this was a road that led directly there. I remember the visual of a gun pointed one direction- a hand gun, and then a second handgun against it, side to side, now one side as I did, rotated to face the other direction. Stand off.
I'm pretty sure I was getting away with everything.
Melissa is a wreck. Maybe that's what I associate her with. She is so damaged.
I had been negotiating/talking with what seemed to be a DEA agent. He had caught me with something, or almost did, but our relationship was more educational. I went through various classes, in something, where he was present. Many others were as well. I don't rememeber much about these classes. Or even if they were classes. I know they were weird. The DEA guy reminded me if the red headed actor who plays on Homeland in the lead role.
I drove a large SUV. It was mine or a close friends. Rich kid.
I started going to these sessions stoned. I haven't been high in a while. I felt the guy knew but didn't care much.
A girl I knew, Melissa, asked me how many times I had thought about marrying her. I said passively, a lot, perhaps. Or simply, sometimes. We were in my car. I took her down the road, where I felt a lot of sexual tension. She lives in the country. This was there. She took her underwear off and got out. Blue dress. Stood there against a barbed wire fence, and hopped over. This was a yard with a lot of beat up vehicles. Like a small junkyard before and beyond the fence. Beyond the fence was soon a small valley and field and trees. Perhaps a stream down the way. It was night, but bright enough. Perhaps lighting from the property. I wanted to stay before the fence. But, I felt that it was probably a place of business, and it was night, so said okay. As soon as she climbed (gracefully) over, a guy raised up from behind a car to the right and ahead a little, with a rifle and aimed I think. I said "whoa, alright, I'm sorry, we're gone", but this guy chose to make it difficult. I wondered what a dude was waiting like that for in the middle of the night/early A.M. then he called in his buddy who probably took us into a kitchen in a residence, at gunpoint. They were threatening Melissa, asking sexual things, I think, but I managed to get their attention mostly on killing us. I couldn't let my pride go. For some reason we had pizza, and they wanted some of it. It wasn't that the pizza was a big deal, it was my pride. They were trying to get me go back down... To give something up. Fuck them. After some manly discussion of this guy telling me he can take me, and me saying not if you give me time to plan (and at one time I could take three of him, I told him, and awoke saying it aloud), I told him about the federal agent that had been nosing around, and that if anything happened to me, that he'd ask which is the last direction I went/he'd find out, and this was a road that led directly there. I remember the visual of a gun pointed one direction- a hand gun, and then a second handgun against it, side to side, now one side as I did, rotated to face the other direction. Stand off.
I'm pretty sure I was getting away with everything.
Melissa is a wreck. Maybe that's what I associate her with. She is so damaged.