Darkside wrote:
It was the first time I had smoked weed. I managed to make it thru my High School years without touching the stuff, although I had been quite a heavy drinker at that point in time, partly the fault of my brother in law who was older than I and willing to buy a case of red stripe of even Mad Dog 50/50 if it was on sale, and cold. On our second night at Carmen, he asked me if I wanted to get high, and never having smoked pot, I was willing indeed. We smoked a couple hitters and for the first time in my life, I was high as hell. I remember Joel asking me what I felt like, and I remember saying, "well, I feel a little drunk man", and he said "you're not drunk, you're HIGH man!". I wholeheartedly agreed, and noted immediately that it was a most wonderful sensation. I was hearing little birds tweeting and flapping and at one time thought myself at risk of being divebombed by a feathered assassin, but alas, eventuatly the noise subsided, and calm returned to my chi. Joel asked me if I still had the microwave cheddar popcorn, and at that moment in time never had a more delicious suggestion been made in my life. Cheddar popcorn. What a wonderful concept, and god bless the fine young men and women who were the brain trust behind that idea. I grabbed a bad, and headed down to the basement where the common areas were, laundry, soda machines, and microwaves. After the hour and a half that it took that rat piece ofd shit microwave to pop the popcorn I headed back up to the main floor to get back to the residential stairs. Some janitor had placed a sign there indicating that someone had vomited in the staircase, and rendered it out of order. I was to be forced to ride the elevator to my floor. I called the elevator and stepped inside, and as the doors were closing, 4 blue boys walk into the elevator. I was trapped with four of Charleston's finest, and there was naught I could do, but wait, and watch their behavior, to observe and hope they give away their intentions, their secrets. I was on recon. I stood there shaking my bag of popcorn when the cuff along side of me said "Boy that sure smells good. Richards, do you smell that?" and then the man who I had identified as Richards said "Sure do". I did all I could think of, I offered my available wares to the gentlemen, "Anyone want a little of this popcorn?" and then a third said "We can't touch that stuff while on duty, son." I was pinched. One toke and they knew, they knew I was under the influence and the knew they could bust me for it. I became nervous when they didn't press a floor after I did. the door opened and the four gentlemen allowed me out first. then they all followed me out of the elevator.
Good thing you didn't have a bag of doughnuts, you wouldn't have made it out alive.
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