I have never tried to smoke in my house while my parents were home before. Tonight was a bit different. I had just finished doing some homework and felt a need for a little reward. I wanted to roll up a joint and have a great night’s sleep. I had a fear of my parents waking up and catching me in the act, but no man has overcome their fear by not taking chances. Fuck it. I got my supplies and headed to the bathroom to do the dirty deed. Once the joint had been artfully crafted, I grabbed my coat and went outside.
The weather outside was not to bad for 1am in New york. Nothing a warm jacket can’t handle. I lit it and took a hit. I looked around to make sure there were no cops walking around. Regardless, who would want to walk around in my neighborhood at this time. I live in the middle of nowhere. Queens sucks. A couple more hits and I felt relaxed just as the people who smoke cigarettes to relieve stress. I was accompanied by some cool music that fit the mood to the occasion. The view outside wasn’t too bad either. I felt melancholy. Once done, I threw the clip away and returned inside. It wasn’t too long for the munchies to strike. Only one thing would fill the craving, a cream cheese and turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread and a nice juice to go along with it. Boy was I right. Nothing else could have satisfied the hunger.
I think my cats are lesbians. I just caught them licking each other