The Trip of Kirin Davus

Chapter 1

It's amazing what the mind can create with very little coaxing. How one little thing we see can be perceived as something much larger than it actually is. If you had told me that 2 weeks ago, (Well, it was 2 weeks for me. To everyone else who was with me, it was about 10 and a half hours.), I would've told you that that was the biggest load of b.s. I've ever heard in my life. Of course, in order for me to see that, I had to do something extremely dangerous and extremely illegal.

Back when it happened, I lived in a city known as Killeen, Texas. Killeen was a city that you only knew about if you were born there, or were stationed for the army. Of course Killeen was only prosperous because of all the business it received from the soldiers. Otherwise, it would've remained exactly what it was behind the scenes; a crime and STD ridden city that was caught up in the violence of gangs and drugs.

The STD's weren't a problem with me. Hell, I was too ugly to even consider carrying condoms in my pocket because no one would ever look to me to give them "happy bedroom time". My problem was the drugs. I was into any drug that I could get my hands on. Weed, codeine, acid, straight shrooms, painkillers, I did them all. Why? Well, to me, drugs give me the greatest rush of my life. It felt great defying my parents curfew to go and get high with my friends for a few extra hours. I wasn't addicted to any of them, I just did it for fun.

On this day, I was in a friend's car headed to the "Bando". (For those of you who don't know what a Bando is, its just an empty house that people use to use their drugs or even sell them. We had just talked to our plug (dealer) and got a couple grams of weed. Before hand, we went and bought a couple watermelon gars to give our experience a bit more taste. The brakes on the old Lincoln squeaked as we stopped a few blocks away from the house. Grabbing all of our stuff, my best friend Joseph looked over at me and smiled his signature wide smile. He was a darker skinned Mexican dude was a bit of peach fuzz above his upper lip. You wouldn't think he was a druggy from his outer looks as he was an A and B average student, but I guess that goes with the saying "Looks can be deceiving". He stared at me with his wide, dark brown eyes. "You ready to get fucked up, Kirin?" He asked, his accent slightly cutting in when he said my name. I took a deep breath and opened the door. "You already know man!" I said, hopping out of the truck and walking around to get on the sidewalk.

Joseph got out of the driver's seat with a white plastic shopping bag that he stuffed our supplies into. His black muscle shirt contracted around his midsection, showing off part of his six packs abs. We started walking up the street, looking at the windows of the shabby one floor buildings along the street to make sure no one was onto us. One car drove past us, but the driver paid us no attention as Joseph held the plastic bag a little further behind his back.

We finally reached the Bando after what seemed like hours of walking. The Bando was a short, one floor house that was more garage than anything else. Seriously, the garage took up half the house. The paint on the outside was a faded dark green color that showed just how long the house had been abandoned. With a quick check up and down the street, we quickly squat-jogged around the side of the house to the back gate. Joseph pushed the clasp down the the old oak wood gate and it swung open with a creak. I followed him into the backyard and slowly closed the gate behind us.

The backyard looked as though a tornado had went through it. Empty bottle of alcohol and cigarette butts littered the ground in almost every place imaginable. An old metal shed sat in the corner with the roof collapsed inward. I breathed a sigh of relief as we walked over to a low window. We left this window unlocked so that we could have easy access whenever we came here. Joseph pulled the window up and crotched down to step through. I waited for him to finish up before stepping through myself.

When my foot touched the floor, it crunch into a half empty bag of Flammin' Hot Cheetos that was left behind by some stoner. The small bedroom had walls the same color as the outside of the house, with brown smudged white tiles on the floor. The air of the house smelled of mildew, water damage, and of course weed. A man was passed out in the corner with a used crack pipe on his chest. He had on a tattered shirt and some blue jeans covered with a suspicious white powder. His beard was deep black like his hair with pale looking skin. He had sweat on his forehead and was shifting around in his sleep as if he were having nightmares. Joseph walked over and kicked him awake. The guy immediately jumped up and screamed like a banshee. Joseph put him in a headlock and covered his mouth.

"Damon! Damon! It's cool bruh! It's just us!" Joseph said, struggling to keep the guy still. Damon the crack head calmed down a bit as he broke away from Joseph, fiercely scratching his neck. "You scared the fuck out me fam!" he said, his pupils almost large enough to cover his iris'. "I was just about to get up in your ass!" He said, picking up the bag of hot cheetos off the ground and started munching on them. Joseph rolled his eyes and turned away from him. "Yea, whatever nigga.." he said walking out of the bedroom into the other side of the house. "C'mon Kirin, we didn't come here to see that low life..." I walked out of the bedroom into the living room.

The living room was just like the bedroom, except for the fact that some of the walls had holes punch in them and various spray paint masterpieces depicting various human private parts. Two couches were pushed up against the wall, their cushions missing and covered in duct tape. Joseph was already sitting on one, all of the supplies of the bag dumped out next to him. He picked up one of the gars and his knife, and went to work rolling us a joint.

I sat down on the couch that was opposite of him and pulled my bluetooth speaker out of my drawstring bag that I had with me. I turned it real low and started up some good old fashion rap music.