So it was Monday, and I went down to my old town to see my best friend, He lives about a 2 minute drive away. We've known each other for 15 yrs, started playing soccer together, My boy J was my first real friend.
We started smoking together, And chilled all the time. He got me surfin' and we always had mad fun.
So monday was his last day here. He's headed out to ASU, and I'm in NJ. Arizona is mad far, but he's going for something good. Headed out there for architecture. I'm mad happy for him, but damn did monday suck.
I get down there, and he pulls out Agent Orange, his first bong. I started laughing, cause I was with him when we got it. I picked up some Acid, E, and Weed, enough for 4 people easy. You see, we were the intellectual stoners. The ones who think way outside the box. Myself, J, E, and John are all that way.
So we rounded the group up. E was at work, but he just left, haha. He works at the movies and his manager understood what was up.
Everyone arrives, and we all take 3 hits, 2 e bombs, and we begin smoking. Now for those of you who smoke bongs, you know hard hitting bong+ good weed= High as a mother fucker.
And that we were. We went through an Entire 1/4, just bowl after bowl. Fucking insane.
Then it hit me:
" Yo dudes, let's go to the beach and trip!"
Beautiful day it was. mid 80's, no humidity, nice breeze and great rays.
We arrived at the beach, and began to start trippin' and rollin'. We sat all the way on the far end of the beach, away from everyone. We wanted to be away from all those who weren't the same.
Had a few beach cops come up to us and ask us what we were doing. 2 were dicks, and the nice guy caught us with a blunt. " It's my best friend's last day, he's headed to Arizona state for college." He laughed, and reached into his pocket. The feeling of knowing you're fucked sucks. But then He pulled out a cigarette pack, with 5 joints in there. " This job sucks guys, ya know?" We laughed it off, and he faded away on his quad.
Alas, we left the beach, and went back to J's. We hit the bong a few more times, and it was 10pm. J had to be up at 3am for his flight, and he needed sleep. John and E bounced first saying their goodbyes.
And then it hit me. It was just J and Me. The last time I'd see my best friend of 15 yrs. until Christmas. We shook, and hugged. I noticed we were both crying a little, and I broke the hug.
" Dude, we can't be doing this man. We'll keep in touch and see each other soon."
" Yeh dude, I'll find us some trouble to get into when you fly out to visit."
" Totally dude."
Agent Orange was picked up and handed to me. " I couldn't think of any safer hands I could put this into. So take it bro, It's yours."
The first piece he'd ever gotten, the piece that started it all... it was now mine, and I began thanking him. And for all the dudes out there, you know the speach you give your homie when they gotta leave.
" Be safe, but have mad fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't bro."
"Yeh man, I got it. Call ya when I land."
" Peace bro. See ya soon."
That last one was a lie. 4 months until we'd chill again. Feels like so long. He headed inside and I ran out to my car and sat inside. I looked back at his house, and sadness began to intercede. I was in shock, my best friend was leaving, but he needed to. I would have done the same if I had the opportunity. I put on champagne super nova, and began the long journey home.
Can't wait to see my boy again.