Dangerous Addiction

Reflection

"Bloooooodclaaaat." I laughed after exhaling a puff.

"Dawg, if mi did know seh a suh weed bad mi start smoke from twelve." I said.

My father turned around from the stove and looked at me.

Oddly enough, after rolling and lighting the spliff himself,  i was convinced to take one puff.

Five puffs in and I've never felt better.

"Alright you can put it down now miss." He said cautiously.

"So Damion, tell me sumn, all along you know bout an u deh deh raise mi like nun?" I asked him before taking the last puff.

He turned back around to the pot and sighed.

" Manners is still expected Jazariah, the 'know bout' life only have two destinations, the prison or the grave." He said

"Dat anuh true, yav some real badman out deh live dem best life fi years." I said off the rails.

"At the cost of what? Those men have all that money can buy, some even have money left over, but their not happy, they have no one, nothing, they lack emotion and constantly crave the need to feel." He said casually.

I was as high as a kite and through the intense calm I understood nothing what he was saying.

"Pancakes?" He asked plating my favorite dish.

Funfetti.

A few days passed and I didn't mind the extra company but the time came for him to get back to his other activities.

"You sure you going to be okay, you know I can just reschedule some stuff and stay longer if you'd want? " He interrogated.

"Daddy, I'll call you if I need anything, mi know you ago always there fi mi." I said genuinely smiling, I don't know if it was the weed or if I was getting better, but I felt happier than I had been for a long time.

Weed dat man.

I managed to get back my car and I quit the lousy job, in a way life was  looking up for me.

My phone rang.

" Hey Jazariah, it's Mr Spencer what's up? " my therapist asked.

"Bwoyyy mi affi guh come in fi tell you dah one yah." I chuckled.

I didn't have much to do, and it definitely was not something I was comfortable saying over the phone.

"How does one pm sound?" He asked

"Perfect." I replied and hung up.

I made a mental note and grabbed my keys to start the first errand of the day, groceries.

Everything seemed to have been going smoothly, I was really concerned about the strength of the marijuana because it felt so abnormal to feel so normal. To even further take my mind off the negative i'd have to face later. I decided to do something I loved. Baking.

It's fascinating how an ingredient like flour is fundamental to the structure of a pastry but on it's own it was almost worthless. Thinking too deeply and overcomplicating situations had always  been my character traits, but to me everything I did spoke to me in several ways and meant a completely different thing than how it was presented. However, Baking allowed me to always have the upper hand, I had the power to either make our break the outcome.

During my analysis of the items on the shelf, my trolley hit the heel of the person infront of me.

Shit.