Twenty minutes had past since I was set on to the table to dry. I did not want to dwell upon my fears which were inevitable to occur, so I could do nothing but observe all the minute details that were once so trivial and overlooked but now seemed to be of such great importance. The first thing to catch my eye was the lighting in the room, I was not sure if the lights were set to be dim or if it was from all the clouds of exhaled smoke which also left a distinct smell of the burnt herb. To my left I saw the many burnt out roaches in the ash tray, which at this point could hold nothing more. To the far right I saw a sandwich bag which was now packed with nothing but broken branches and seeds. It was obvious what used to be inside. I looked toward the door and saw the towel that plugged it so no smoke would get out in the hall. On the dresser I saw what I think they called a steam roller. The most horrid device that I had ever used. I looked at the cylindrical tube, that once used to be a transparent red but now had become a solid maroon from all the smoke which stained the plastic, and noticed its simplicity. It looks like nothing more than a plastic pipe that was only about one and a half inches in diameter and only about six inches long. The bowl which rested on top could have been easily assembled at a hardware store.
It amazes me how something could be so simple but still so destructive. One of the people in the room slowly approached me as the effects of his artificial happiness wore away. His trembling hands somehow managed to embrace me by my head and lay me to rest upon his lower lip. Before his upper lip came to rest upon the top of my head I opened my eyes and peered into his mouth using what little light I had. In all my like I had never thought I would again see what I had saw for those few seconds. His tongue was stained black. It was not totally black as if it was coated with tar but it had a slight tint on both the sides, almost purple. Just as I started to realize what I was seeing and what was going on I felt his top lip seal my freedom away. I started to feel a strong burning sensation at my bottom where my toes once were. When I heard the sound of buds start to crack I knew what was occurring, the beginning of my end. As I laded there helplessly I began to feel large amounts of smoke pulse quickly up my shaft of a body till finally ejaculated in his mouth like a penis reaching climax. Next the vacuum began. I started to become faint as he forced more and more smoke out my upper opening. And I knew the more smoke that ran through me meant the more I was decreasing in size.
Then the young boy could hold no more smoke in his lungs he pulled me away from his lips and held me tight with his thumb underneath my head and his forefinger and middle-finger embracing my top. Then he tilted his head back and instead of forcing the smoke out he just let it flow by itself. It amazed me to see such beautiful shapes form from something that would bring the end to this poor souls existence. He then brought me back to his mouth and began to take my sweat poison deep into his exhausted lungs at this point I was almost all gone. I had become a small roach with a long tail of ash.
I had one last long drag left in me. As he tool me in I knew it was the end of both of us... As Cas and I rode up the elevator I could see that he had been anticipating to come up here all week. Every weekend it was the same old thing over and over again. Me and Cas would come up to this filthy burnt out old city to do the same thing; to get lifted. "Yo, Happy said he get mad amount of shit this week. His brother went up to New York and broke off like two "O^Òs" for him. We goin^Ò to get crazy fucked up tonight." I could see in Cas^Òs eyes that he had turned into a fiend just by the way he was so excited to be here. I personally, came up to be with Cas and say what^Òs up to happy. I did not care much for getting mentally distorted but would do it anyway. It did not make sense but that^Òs the way things were. All I could say to Cas^Òs statement was, "Phat, phat. It^Òs going to be phat." When we got to the door I could smell the devils harsh scent. It put butterflies in my stomach but I ignored them. I was the first to enter the room. I could hardly see through the dense air. I counted the number of silhouettes I could see. I counted about twelve. One of them started to move toward me. No doubt it was Happy. "Oh shit, wussup!.
I thought you guys would never get here. Yo, we is crazy fucked up. We puffed like half a "P." Joe^Òs boys from North Phili rolled up with a pound a herb! Yo, come on, there^Òs like half an "O" waitin^Ò for you on the table man. Yo, I got that that steam roller shit you was Tallinn^Ò about. That shit was the bomb! Damn it fucked me up! I took like two hits and I was fucked. Yo, the emergency blunts are on the dresser, help yourself!" I ignored Happy^Òs garbage talk and nodded my head and gave him a pound with my hand. It was obvious from his bloodshot eyes and non-stop mumbling that he had been smoking all day. Before I could take another step Cas almost knocked me down as he moved quickly toward the table where the "O" was. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!. I^Òve been waiting all week for this!. You comin^Ò? It^Òs just me and you. We goin^Ò to get our shit on tonight." I did nothing but nod my head and follow Cas to the table. Cas being the one to try anything new went straight for the steamroller that rested on the far end of the table. He grabbed the sandwich bag and pulled out a whole branch. He then proceeded to break up the buds till he had a large pile in the middle of the table. He began to tightly pack the open valve with the devil^Òs herb. "Get ready to be toasted kid.", Cas said right before he put the pipe to his mouth. Those were the last sensible words I heard from him that night. Cas then passed it to me. At first I hesitated but proceeded anyway. I put the front opening into my mouth and covered the back one with my right hand.
With my left hand a picked up the lighter and approached the valve opening. I sparked the flint and went to work. I moved the flame around the edges of the valve getting the outside leaves first. At the same time I began inhaling very hard. I started to taste the foul smoke force its way down my throat. I looked into the cylinder and saw that a thick cloud had formed. Just when I could hold no more within my lungs I took my right hand off the back opening and one big suck. What that did was take the air on the outside and use that to force all the smoke on the inside into my lungs. I pulled the steamroller away and clenched my lips closed. My stomach felt like it had a whole colony of ants moving about inside. It was a sickening feeling but I still held it inside, I had to be strong. About five seconds had passed and I knew it was time to exhale. I tilted my head back and let the smoke rise on its own. That was the only part I truly enjoyed, seeing the smoke. My eyes began to tear and I needed a place more comfortable to sit. I proceeded toward the couch. As soon as I made it to the couch I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes had passed since I had sat down and I had not felt anything. Could I be immune to the effect? That would be great. I could smoke twice as much as Cas and Happy and not feel a thing. I looked around the room and saw that everyone was jumping about crazy. I looked at the table and saw something unusual. It was a blunt. How did that get there? Nobody in the room could roll one that fat.
I walked to the table and sat in the large chair at the head of the table. I stared in disgust at the empty sandwich bag which held nothing but branches and seeds inside. That had told me that Cas had returned here quite often. I picked up the blunt with only three of my fingers and immediately sparked it up. I had never smoked a blunt that fast in my life. But it is all right I thought to myself, I am immune. Boy was I wrong. The effects of the THC immediately went to my brain. Before my movement became stunted I ran back to the couch that I wanted to reside on for the rest of the night. Once I hit the sofa I felt it begin. I hated this feeling. Every nerve in my body began to pulse and throb. It was unbearable. My skin had become so sensitive I could feel every fiber in my shirt. My brain felt the worst of all. I could have sworn upon my mothers grave that I could actually feel my brain begin to bleed onto my spinal cord. It was thought I could truly not bare to imagine. There was no point in anyone talking to me because I could no longer hear in normal sounds. All I could hear were sounds that resembled radio vibrations. But tonight I started to feel new horrors.
I knew it was to late. All I could do is wait it out. My body started to become extremely stiff. My legs joined together and formed a point on the bottom. My arms went quickly to my now completely straightened body. Then I started to notice a change in my color. I appeared to be getting darker and darker as time surpassed. It began to frighten me. The worst part was now starting to occur. I could literally feel my insides start to change. It almost felt as if they were changing into the herb I had just introduced into my body. I knew I was coming to my end for now I was beginning to black out. I looked around for help but everyone was to burnt to notice or even care. My head became still and it forced me to stare at the window atop the ceiling. I tried to speak to ask for help but all I could do for my last five seconds was stare at my purple tinted tongue in the reflection of the dark stained window.