27. August. 2007.
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Sonny takes me to my first party. They call it a Rave. The school throws them and it's basically an off-campus party where all the students get together at a rich, popular kid's house and get drunk.
It's really boring. But the loud, annoying music isn't a myth. People are just standing, sitting, kissing around, looking as plain as... something plain.
There's a really cool lava lamp burning on the nightstand in the corner of the living room. I have the urge in my gut to touch it to see how hot it is. Knowing the temperature, I can probably decipher how long it's been on. The colors and shapes inside are nice, too. It's like a gumball mashed into a potato --
"Avrey!" I see Sonny halfway up the stairs, calling my name. I follow her gesture and she leads me to a bedroom where a group of kids are sitting down on the floor, a beer bottle and joint getting past around.
"Can I have some?" I blurt out. The boy with the joint pauses before he presses his the drug to his lips. He looks at me, trading sly smiles with the people amongst him as I patiently wait for an answer. Then the joint is outstretched towards me.
"Smoke up, bitch," he says, shrugging, "Life ends when it ends," That's when Hulk paints the sky with black peas and blue peppers and I know all is well in the world.
I love weed.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
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