Last Saturday
Right now I am stoned. It’s a clean stoned and it feels nice but also sad. Then again it might just be the music that happens to be on the stereo. Today’s weather was humid and you can tell a storm is coming because the wind keeps blowing as if they were the Santa Anna themselves. During this humid day I went to class and then work and during this humid day I am still feeling the after math of the Red Bull spiked with vodka. Saturday was the best night I have had in awhile. My cousin having a bad day wanted to come over and blow off steam. She brought the liquor I bought the Red Bull. As she mixes the drinks she tells me that she likes Sky Vodka due to a scene she saw in Bridgette Jones Diary. We head to the back porch where we drink and smoke cigarettes and talk about our shitty jobs and boring lives. We then smoke a bowl and enter a land where worries disappear and anorexia is funny. In this altered state of mind I proceeded to tell her about how she should open a donut shop because “everyone loves donuts” and how I feel I am making the worse decision of my life by not going to Jacksonville College.. For several hours we sit together drinking and listening to the blues. As I took another hit from here pipe I dropped it, and although I was afraid to tell her that It shattered she was too drunk to even be angry and we both laughed uncontrollably at the irony of how I had just shattered mine a week prior. I enjoy these nights with my cousin. Knowing that she is family makes things so much funnier and easier to say because I know she will understand and not judge me.