Just my cup of tea

You smoke? Smoke what? Boom! New friendship!

Maybe this is why they call it “The art of rolling,” because I sure feel like an artist looking at my neatly rolled spliff. I can’t take full credit for it though because I cheat roll by packing, I know it’s a bad habit and I’m a disgrace to all stoners out there but I never learned how to roll properly.  I sat at my desk as I packed away my tot class, Rilza and scissors into my green glasses case that I conveniently converted into a weed case.  I dug in my pocket for a lighter and ventured off to the balcony with my bean bag and my PC. What’s the best feeling in the world? It’s smoking a spliff while creating beautiful sentences all wrapped into a never ending adventure. I watched the people moving here and there below as I waited for my PC to start up. There are so many people rushing along in their day, I wonder if they ever just stop and a take a minute to look around at the world, to really take it all in. Maybe I think too much, well that’s what people tell me, but why not question things? How else can we learn or explore or find anything out of the ordinary? Life is not meant to be lived from inside a box or under a shaded tree where the only apples you try are produced from the very tree you lived under your entire life.

My PC screen lit up as did my spliff and I eased into my bean bag to get more comfortable. Now to start off Kate’s day, maybe I would start it off by her walking to the café? Walking? What if she drives? I’ll stick to walking rather, that way I can make her one of those people who actually stop to look around at the world, smell the sweet scents in the air and dance along with the wind as it lifts up the autumn trees. I’d like to think of her like that, free-spirited and mystical as though she owned the world. Not to rule over it but rather to celebrate it and cherish it as though she were Mother Nature’s child. Is that too mystical? Well I don’t fucking care.  She was just that to me in every way possible and although it seemed redundant to think of her that way when I don’t know her at all, I felt as though I had been writing about this girl forever. Well this is completely new I swear I’m thinking of her so much that I can actually hear her voice. Hold a spliff. That is her voice! I laid my PC next to the bean bag and bolted to the railing as though my apartment was the Titanic and we just hit an iceberg. I learned over as saw Kate on the ground next to a toppled over apple stall, holding her head.

I flew out my room, right past the lifts (Aint nobody got time for that!) and straight to the stairs. My feet could not possibly carry me down any faster and I was amazed at the fact that I didn’t trip and tumble down instead. I opened the door and across the street Kate was still on the floor examining her pinky finger now. I slipped across the busy street and right to her side to help her up. “Are you ok?” I asked as I gently gripped her arm to pull her up but she pulled it back down and burst out laughing. Only then had I realized what I’ve just done. I actually raced down to her side to pick her up without a second thought or considering the fact that she barely knows me, or vice versa. Please everyone keep in mind I am now high and by the looks of it so is Kate. She’s still on the floor laughing while holding her pinky finger. Kate is laughing. I swear the people down town could probably hear her laugh. Oh but her laugh could bring to life every star in the sky. She finally looked up at me and wow! Either she’s a newborn vampire or my little Miss Kate is a stoner!  I literally wanted to look up in the sky and give God a nod and say ‘shot big man!’ I felt her grip my arm, “Alice right?” She chuckled out my name and although I didn’t really hear it clear enough, I knew I would always remember the first time she said it.

It’s funny how I dreaded meeting her because I didn’t want to ruin the mystery but now my mind clings to every word and detail I find out about her. I went from not wanting to kill the mystery and creating the puzzle pieces of Kate myself to watching in amazement as she places the pieces down for me. Bit by bit without even knowing it, Kate was introducing me to her world that was only just parallel to mine and I was getting sucked right into it. “yeah It’s Alice, do you smoke?” Well done Alice that was an extremely bold question of you and what if the answer is no? “Yes, is it showing that bad, I lost my eye drops.” She began to dig in her bag and pulled out a green apple, she turned around and realized she knocked over the cart. “Shit! I am so sorry, I will help you with this right away.” She reached out to pick up the cart and I stepped in next to her to help. “Don’t touch anything more! You have done enough!” The lady who owned the cart grabbed a broom and started towards us when I grabbed Kate’s hand and screamed “Come on!”

We bolted down the street as I led her towards my apartment; I turned around to glance back at the lady when she screamed “You blady stoners!” We reached the door to my apartment building and as we closed it behind us we both looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Cheese?” She asked me. “Hyrdro?” I asked her as we learned our backs on the door. “Correct!” She exclaimed with a wink. “Correct as well, although I didn’t get to finish my spliff since someone felt like diving into a cart full of apples.” She faked a shocked face, “Well we can’t waste the rest of that spliff now can we?” I gestured towards the lifts, “After you.”