Mean Mac

by lisajude

Posted to Utterances on 2001-05-20 20:15:00

Parent message is 5923
….was a huge bong that my quiet, musician friend had. he’d been on diversion for awhile, but was living with friends that weren’t. obligingly every time a joint was lit, we’d all look over at b. and say, “sorry man”. he’d nod, and chuckle, all squinty eyed and smiley like the rest of us, “eighteen more months guys”. then we’d nod and have done with it…….but this time it wasn’t a little jazz fag. it was for chrissakes a bong, long and tall and glass and anchored by a green smiling crescent moon. never had hit one of those before. i hit it, with instruction and difficulty (iwasstillsmokingmentholsat thetime), and hit the sky sailing…….after later, some of the guys, who played guitar real well, went back into the back room. i stayed in the living room playing tekken with a bald guy reclining his fatbody in a lazy boy. it was hot. my head was hot, and my face and throat felt real tight. i could hear the music from the back bedroom, but vaguely, like i was losing my hearing. that was strange to me. i tried to relax and concentrate,but my heart had started to pound, and i started to fancy myself having a heart attack. i looked over my shoulder, wondering if i should tell anybody playing guitar. i looked accross the room at my bald friend wondering if he’d help me dial 911. all of this crap flying around in my brain, but i couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone because i, number 1, didn’t know if my vocal chords were still working, and 2, wasn’t sure that they wouldn’t end up hating me for freaking out and alerting medical professionals and those closely related to law enforcement. finally the pounding in my chest was too much to wave away . i turned towards my right, towards my bald buddy, and breathed out, “Man, i, Uh, i uh, think i’m having a heartattack.” he just sat there, sausage fingers poking away at the control…didnt even look at me, focused on his dual between Lei and Nina , and said, “Cool”. that was it. i was totally freaked out that i was dying right there in the montegomery ward recliner and he knew it. It: that i was freaking. minutes later the song changed and everything was fine. i still try to avoid those big mean green things,but hey, sometimes the papers are two wrinkled and the fingers too lazy.

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