Bad Boys and Pretty Potheads

Chapter 2

Crunch. Crunch.Crunch.

These had to have been the best cheetos I'm the entire world. They were flaming hot, and my eyes were even redder than the chips. Perfect.

I decided to smoke my next bowl in my room. My room was a good smoking place. I had a king size bed, and the walls were covered in posters. Harley quinn and owls decorated my room.  My two favorite things. Well and of course my collection of pieces. I had twelve pieces that I smoked out of, but my bong had to be my favorite. I liked the bigger hits.

I was stoned out of my mind, and my cheetos were almost gone. I went to the kitchen to find some more snacks to munch on. I opened the freezer and stared at it, contemplating on every item. Hmm.. pizza.. no.. nuggets..no..corndogs..no. Hmm.. Ohhhh! Ice cream! Yes!

I'd forgetten about the peppermint ice cream I had in the fridge. I grabbed it and set it on the counter. I pulled out a bowl and a spoon, then ditched the bowl and went for the whole gallon. Since I lived alone, it was okay to eat from the gallon. No one could complain about it.

I have friends that come over sometimes, but I don't have many. I've learned that there are very few people you can trust, and my lifes easier with the few friends I have. I can trust them, and avoid drama.

Ugh. Drama.

Sometimes I wish the entire world would smoke a blunt and stop raging wars over whose hair looks better.

That's why I love my friends. They're the kind of girls who build me up, not try to tear me apart with jelousy.

Speaking of, I'm suppose to have a small party tonight with them. Nothing fancy, just some shots and bowls. I couldn't wait to tell Terra about the obnoxious neighbor. I put the ice cream back in the fridge and went to change clothes.

Tonight will be fun.