Taking a deep breath, I came out from around the corner, and caught a glance shot at me from Pablo, the guy whose reputation had just been dumped into my ears. He was scarier than I imagined. He looked at me questioningly with furrowed brow, and with his shaved head cocked back and his tattooed arms crossed tightly against his baggy and stained sleeveless shirt.
“Oh @&$!?@&$!” I thought to myself as I struggled to gain composure.
I held his gaze and decided that if he was sizing me up, I may as well act the part I looked; tall skinny white kid simply looking for a buzz.
He started to laugh out loud to himself and look around at the other 4 guys in the room, who in an awkward way began nervously to laughing with him, apparently at me. I was frozen, but I gained composure.
“Welcome bro!” He said as he reached out and shook my hand, and then pulled me in for one of the most awkward “bro hugs” I’ve ever had before, or since.
Aaa! I was so relieved! He really was nice!
“What’s your poison bro? You want a beer?” He asked with a big smile as he imposingly shoved one practically right in my face. “No, umm, sorry I just smoke, if I drink I lose it. But thanks anyway man!” Hearing this, one of the 4 guys with us looked at me questioningly, and then back at Pablo, to make sure he wasn’t offended. It was clear he was not happy with this response, and wanted to see how Pablo felt.
Apparently not drinking beer is grounds to be seriously offended in that particular circle. I made a mental note, and never forgot to “always take the beer”.
Pablo was generally upbeat and energetic. He started pointing to things in the room and giving out some orders, he was clearly in charge. “Hey! Come on and get this thing prepped!” He yelled as he kicked a five gallon bucket. He was starting to think about something he was not too pleased about, and put both of his hand on his head and closed his eyes tightly and paced throughout the room, then threw his arms down and shook his head. He was clearly trying to get something off his mind, and wanted to “smoke it all away”.
One of the 4 guys began dragging in a hose to a homemade bong and filling it up with water, while another was messing with foil and toothpicks, making a “bowl” that was “fit for a king”, according to Pablo.
“Hey I’m not looking to spend too much time here. I need to be going soon.”, I said to Pablo shyly.
That brought him back from his thoughts into the room. He shook his head again and put on his sunglasses and said, “Ok little brotha! Ha! I gotcha! All about business! A businessman, I like that. Ok, but here’s the deal. To make sure you’re for real, you gotta take a hit out of ‘big boy’!”
Big boy was a homemade gravity bong, and had a fierce reputation. The Tall girl smiled and said “let’s not kill him, haha!”. The bong was made from a 5 gallon sparklets bottle and a 5 gallon white bucket.
I had never even smoked weed before, and now I was about to die from it on the first time? This whole idea was completely daunting at first.
“Hey man, let little brotha have green on this! But we’re smokin’ out of his bag!”
They loaded it, with my weed apparently, then instructed me, and lit it. I remember seeing them light it and slowly lift the sparklets bottle out of the 5 gallon bucket filled with water to create a vacuum which brought the flame down into the bowl resulting in a rich swirl of white smoke on the surface of the water below. I followed their instructions and exhaled, then stooped low over to the bong and sunk the sparklets bottle down as far as I could. I tried to stand but was having trouble because I was nearly choking to death after having my lungs injected with thick smoke. I remember it tasting like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Completely alien to my pallet. After that, I only remember choking, and my legs turning into numb lumps of jelly. I staggered to a couch, almost falling, giving Pablo quite a laugh.
“Dang fool! You gonna make it? Haha”
Then he gave me a little bag with tiny pot leaves printed on, it stuffed with weed and I gave him my $20.
“Mission accomplished.” I thought. I sat on that grimy couch for what dealt like eternity. Glancing at my cell phone, I noted that “eternity” when stoned is only 5 minutes.
I got up and managed to stay balanced, checked my pockets somewhere near a thousand times, continually forgetting what I was looking for. “Oh… Yeah… Car keys.” I mumbled to myself.
I said my farewells and left, leaving the Tall girl in the garage filled with beer bottles and 5 guys, and never saw her again. I never did another deal there again. Later I heard Pablo got busted just a few months later.
When I got to the car u took the long way home out if paranoia to my friends house. I walked in slowly, eyes red and bloodshot, nose running and a big grin on my face.
“No way dude! You are baaaked!” Said my friend J.
“Haha! Yeah bro, let’s go torch it up in the back!” I stammered through unstoppable laughter. We staggered out back and plunged ourselves into fold out chairs and passed the pipe.
This was “cool”. I was just a pair of sunglasses short of being the man.
Little did I know that I’d get knocked off that high horse soon enough.
Looking back, I wonder why I was willing to go so far? The story makes me chuckle a bit, but I always feel stupid for it. Oh how much I have changed!
I still long for the same things, but I find it somewhere else.
The same hunger exists now, the same as it did then. Just as strong, if not stronger. The hunger for that invisible “something” I had was filled with the ever increasing appetite for a “buzz”. Now the hunger is quenched and simultaneously inflamed by prayer, simple, deep, calm and silent.
I have found true life in the quietude of the canyons, and pure joy in the hills behind my parents house. I used to find a momentary physical pleasure at the far side of a hash pipe stuffed with weed. I have abandoned the things of this world for moments at a time, and in those moments found the “Kingdom Within you” as mentioned by Jesus. But not long after this story, I found that selling weed could get me any material thing I wanted, and I excelled at it.
If only I knew then what I know now: that I know nothing at all. And for all my experimenting and my carelessly uttered blasphemies, God stayed by me in His inexplicable love. Glory to God.
After this incident, I started to smoke regularly, and made more friends with more people who had more weed.
And I couldn’t get enough!
My girlfriend threatened to leave me because I was getting high all the time, to which I sarcastically offered her some weed. Guess what she did? Yup. She left, until I straightened up.
Months went by, and the “phase” that most people called what I was going through was only slightly slowing down, but by no means coming to an end. I also began to vandalize my home town and party all the time. How did my parents not know? Or were they merely silent? I don’t know.
But I got worse and worse until one day I was found by my dad and my brother out back by the she at my parents house. I was caught red handed.