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October 11, Sunday. Wimpole Street. 3:45pm

Jan 06, 2009 18:35

I was sitting in my room, door locked with a towel stuck underneath the door. Wait. I wasn't sitting. I could see the ceiling. Was I sitting on the wall? No, no that's impossible. Unless I put glue on my ass. Very strong glue. Oh shit, I hope I'm wearing pants otherwise I was never moving, or I'd rip off my skin ( Read more... )

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pattieboyd64 January 7 2009, 00:03:24 UTC

I was home alone, had absolutely nothing to do. God only knew what George was up to, and every one of my friends I felt like going out with was busy (and in my boredom I managed to concoct a rather elaborate conspiracy for this particular coincidence, which I'm certainly hoping will never escape the confines of my own mind, thanks). My luck, eh? So when the phone rang, I bolted across the room, saying a quick prayer that it was for me and not Mary Bee, and whoever it was would be up for either a club or a long chat.

"Hello?"

pattieboyd64 January 8 2009, 23:25:43 UTC

I grinned and opened the door to let him in. "I would. In which case," I said, stretching out on the couch, "bring on the laughs."

jamesmacca January 8 2009, 23:53:01 UTC

"So, have you ever heard of marijuana?" I asked excitedly. Oh, now I know how Dylan must have felt.

I pulled out a bag from my pocket, along with a few rolling papers, and set it on the table. I took a seat beside her.

"It's amazing, it really is."

pattieboyd64 January 9 2009, 00:01:05 UTC

"I don't think I have," I said. I suddenly remembered George mentioning something "amazing" he would be bringing me, and I wondered if this had anything to do with it. I looked down at the bag, a little confused but mostly curious. "What exactly is it?"

jamesmacca January 9 2009, 00:14:56 UTC

"It's a plant, and you smoke it. Like tobacco. But it gives you the most amazing high." I already began to roll the first joint. "You want to try it?"

pattieboyd64 January 9 2009, 00:19:24 UTC

"High?" I wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that--well, I knew the boys took pills on tour and they did something-or-other and it was good, but that was the extent of it. I held my hand out for the...whatever it was called that he had rolled. "I can give it a try, yeah."

jamesmacca January 9 2009, 00:26:28 UTC

"Alright, great." I licked the side of the paper, then looked at the pathetic looking joint. I hadn't mastered this art just yet, but oh well.

I lit it and took the first drag, then handed it off to Pattie.

pattieboyd64 January 9 2009, 00:43:01 UTC

I took the thing he'd made and was satisfied to note that it looked a little bit like a cigarette. It wasn't until I noticed this and felt my nerves subside that I realized I'd even gotten nervous in the first place.

I put it between my lips, the paper slightly damp from where Paul had smoked. I inhaled slowly, and for a moment I was fine...till the smoke hit the back of my throat. It burned to all hell and I found myself coughing, my eyes watering. I was doubled over and it took almost a full minute before I could breathe properly. "God, Paul," I gasped, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "What the hell was that?"

jamesmacca January 9 2009, 00:48:44 UTC

I laughed. "It's pot, my dear. Weed, grass, nature's gift to us all. It gets easier, I promise." I took the joint from her and inhaled deeply. Mm, I loved it. I could already feel my high coming back.

pattieboyd64 January 9 2009, 00:50:26 UTC

I rolled my eyes. "It'd better. I thought you said this was supposed to be a good thing."

jamesmacca January 9 2009, 00:52:21 UTC

"Oh, oh it is. Better than good. Great." I took another drag before handing it back off to her.

pattieboyd64 January 9 2009, 00:54:21 UTC

"Right," I sighed, eyeing it warily. I took another drag, not as deep this time, and again found myself coughing to death...but this time it was a tiny bit easier. Tiny bit. "So, this high thing...what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

jamesmacca January 9 2009, 01:00:09 UTC

"It's hard to explain. Impossible, even. You'll know when you feel it. But...you might not. I smoked a few times in Hamburg but it didn't do anything. I'm not really sure how that whole thing works."

pattieboyd64 January 9 2009, 21:48:07 UTC

I scowled, shooting a glare. "So I might just be doing this for nothing...and then I don't even know what's supposed to happen, anyway." So, this being said, again I inhaled; again my throat burned; again I choked to death.

What? Logic was vastly overrated.

jamesmacca January 10 2009, 00:21:36 UTC

"Well, it's a chance you'll just have to take." I took the joint from Pattie and took a long drag, sighing happily as I handed it back to her. "Now, don't tell George about this. I'm sure he'd be pissed knowing I got you to smoke first." I laughed and started rolling another.

pattieboyd64 January 10 2009, 00:33:27 UTC

I fought back a cringe, thinking of George, and pushed any thoughts of him to the back of my mind. Past the back. More along the lines of the innermost dungeon of my mind.

Huh. Was this high? I looked around the room, trying to see if anything was happening, not that I knew what I would be looking for. But nonetheless, nothing was different, so I decided I probably was just thinking a little too much and made myself take another drag off of this stuff. My throat was starting to hurt, but admittedly each time I inhaled it got a little easier.

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