Stranger Tripps The Devil Weed

Bad driving, Bad weed.

I've always been spontaneous. To put it mildly. Say the word, oh hell yeah, I'm ready for an adventure, just give me the money, the most outrageous person to do it with, I'm all packed, and ready... yesterday. I Shit you not. So when Roberto, who is, my favorite cousin , mind you, said he was going back "home" and asked if he could stop by for a visit before going back in two days , hell , I said sure. I even offered him my spare bedroom to stay and food. What the fuck was I thinking? A great time! Well , hell yeah!! Why not? Only live once. Yep, that's what I'm saying.
So,I bought a one way a one way ticket back to Michigan, I wanted to stay for six days with him in Georgia, to visit my other relatives who lived there also, I packed, kissed my old man and basically, set off. Oh, yeah, I knew I would have a most awesome adventure, you bet yer butt. I just didn't know that my favorite cousin Roberto , who as I have already said, I hadn't seen in ten or fifteen years hadn't changed one bit. Oh God, if I had known that he was still a wild man, I well, hell, I still would have made the trip! You betcha!
But before we gassed up and set out for 1-75 Southbound, Roberto said he had to make a pit stop. Ok. Fifteen, twenty minutes later we turned  in this trailer park, drove a few minutes and Roberto stepped out of the car. And about his car. It was little. Sedan. Old. I did ask if the car would make it back to Georgia, he said that it would. Tip top shape for an older car. Good. Right? And he told me he had driven it back and forth from Georgia to Michigan three times in the last four months. Great. He invited me in the trailer, said he wanted to buy some weed from his buddy before we got on the road.
I'm not going to lie and  say that I've never imbibed in the evil weed, I did when I was in high school some. I originally come from  Detroit, and unfortunately, I smoked some nasty fucking paranoid inducing six mile choke weed, whoo! If I wasn't coughing my liver up, I was thinking someone was watching me. Paranoia, holy shit! I'm telling it like it is. That's not my thang. At no time!  Hydro? Well... . Yum. Sometimes.......

Anyway, we made the twelve or so mile trip to Mt.Clemens , turned into this ratty run down trailer park and stopped in front of a sorry looking trailer. Surprise!  A fat middle age man , younger than both myself and my cousin, opens his screen door and motions us in. Uh, uh, I'll wait. Then the man puffs down the two steps off his trailer porch, starts  knocking on my side of the car window: motioning me to roll the passenger window down. What the fuck? The  window that wouldn't budge. So, and with a strange furtive look, my cousin's friend's just simply, and quietly opened the door, escorted me out of the little car, mumbled something about it wouldn't look too cool for me to just sit and wait until Roberto and he were finished doing the deal. Yeah, I knew they were splitting some weed in the trailer, so what could I do? Hell, I didn't want to go in but, I didn't feel he was threatening me so I went. It had been so long that I seen my cuz, he was on his best behaviour when he spent a few days at my home, I figured, what the hey, my husband , thirteen years older than me, sick of me ,tired, and more than likely glad to be rid of my hyper ass, was relieved, probably glad  to get some binge television watching  in his system, snore, lie back and well, whatever. I just wanted to do it! Bye bye hubby, bye bye cold ass Michigan, and away we went. To his fat friend's trailer first, of course.  After following  the man into his dark stale front room, seeing Rob sitting on a chair across from a beat up coffee table( it wasn't winter yet, mid October,) a little light was coming through the open door, the man with no name  told me to have a seat. W.T.F.? I was ready to leave, not have no seat. But, I had come this far and Rob said it would only take a minute, so I sat.

Rob was good as his word, we weren't there but a half an hour or so. The fat guy offered me something to drink, I said no thank you. I was starting to get a bit nervous when my cousin got up off the chair he was sitting on and headed for the refrigerator. No need to worry. Rob reached in the friggie and grabbed a Pepsi. My mouth had gotten a little dry when the pushy fat  dude escorted me into the trailer so I asked if I could have one too. Nods all around. Jeeze. I was already getting a little nervous. But I had faith in my cousin. That is until he and his friend casually said that they were going into the man's room to get the weed and left me sitting there on this ratty sunken couch with the ratty curtains drawn tight all by myself. Not too much time had passed when they came back. Rob, I noticed was now carrying what looked like a fourth graders back pack. I knew he had come over here to buy weed, I'm not going to sugarcoat it. But I also knew that he couldn't afford the good shit. The mellow hydro shit. And ain't no way in hell was I going to smoke that choke weed crap until my eyes bugged outta my head and I became so paranoid, so friggen scared that every car that passed us  or were behind us on Southbound 1-75 I would have a damned near heart attack, sweating, thinking, oh shit, that's the cops! Yep, that's me, cool, calm and collected!
I have never in my life drove with my cousin. When we were kids, we hung out. We walked. And walked. And, well, walked. All over. We lived just a few streets away and we hung out with a lot of other kids who didn't have cars and kind of just hung around the neighborhood. Robs' eighteen months older than I am. From around the ages twelve through sixteen he still was walking but I had begun driving. We didn't stop hanging around with each other, not at all. We would still meet up, his friends, my friends, and hang out downstairs in his mother's basement, jamming. We thought.  His mother, my poor aunt, to her great credit, let us. It was a total blast. Although Rob is a gifted musician, lyricist, plays six instruments and paints beautifully, he sure can't sing worth a damned. Ha ha!!! Yep, I love him enormously, but I'm glad that people can't have it all. Am I jealous? You betcha! You betcha butt! Am I proud of him, absolutely.