The ride to Walmart was filled with loud music and lots of road rage. We laughed every time we both screamed at someone. And if I'm being completely honest, it was probably the best and worst we've both felt in a long time. Since the James incident at the house, Colt has been a little quiet; that's completely understandable, seeing as James screwed his girl.
"So, what do we need?" Colt is trying to start a conversation.
"Alcohol. We're almost out. Also, we need food because we're running on pop tarts that taste like a german mans asshole, and we need to work at the office soon. That means munchies." This was the truth, and it made Colt laugh which was at the whole point.
"The pop tarts at home do taste like shit. My parents should be home in a few weeks; that means were going to have to do the shopping for a while. Once my mom gets back though, she'll do the shopping. I usually just write her a list and she gets even more than that."
"Sounds good." I reply as we pull into the parking lot. "Ready, dude?"
"WAIT!" Colt yells at me.
He opens the glove box as I'm rolling up the windows of the Camero. Of course he has a weed stash already in this car. He pulls two blunts out of the glove box and hands me one. I find a lighter in one of the cup holders. I light mine and toss the lighter to Colt. He doesn't waste any time; he's smoking his, and no more than five minutes later we were heading into Wally World stoned.
It's a pretty good feeling; floating and in a better mood than I have been all day. My head hasn't hurt since I woke up from my long-ass nap. Which reminds me that we should probably stock up on Excedrin, Tylenol, and some other "antidotes". In my opinion they don't do much, but if you take more than suggested it might help.
"We need Sprite." Colt grabs the cart as he says this. I'm making him push it.
"Okay, we need "antidotes" too." We laugh because he agrees with me on that subject.
"Where to first?" He asks.
"Junk food, dude. We have nothing and I don't want to cook all the time. We can get some stuff that I can cook this week, too."
We start walking to the coffee and sugar filled junk aisle. I pick up some Dunkin Doughnuts coffee for the Kuerig, and then I grab some Cosmic Brownies. There are already some other things in the cart that Colt put there. Colt grabs the cart again, and we head down the aisle; I pick up a few loafs of bread, and we go to the next aisle.
In the next aisle we pick up some peanut butter, salsa, chips, and lots of other crap to snack on. I grab some Coke, Mountain Dew for my sister, and a few bottle of Dr.Pepper; the cart is already halfway full. The next place we go is to the frozen foods. We pick up some individual dinner meals for the microwave and the over.
"I'm going to go pick up some fruit, Colt. You want go find some over the counter crap?" I ask.
"Sure, I'll get everything that looks useful." He laughs.
I start walking over to the fruits and vegetables to get strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries. I also pick up some potatoes, corn, and then I grab a cake. Not for any particular reason, but I just really wanted a cake with fluffy icing. There was an older lady walking with her grandson, I think. It looked sweet and for some reason I thought of my mother. I quickly met up with Colt and put everything in the cart.
"I'll be back." I'm already walking away when I say this.
"Okay, I'm still finding crap for lean."
