Weed Smoke

New Roof: Part II

Friday 5:04 AM

The smell of bacon made me toss and turn, until I finally opened my eyes. As I came out of my dream, I wondered if I still had my blunt next to my pillow.

I slightly sat up, with my back against my headboard, I was suddenly confused by my surroundings.
It was very empty and quiet in my room, and the silk blue sheets felt so cold against my skin. I grabbed my blue cover, thrown on the floor next to my bed-probably when I was dreaming in the middle of the night. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I felt around my pillow-feeling to see if my half of blunt was still there.

"Probably smashed." I thought to myself, but I didn't feel anything.

I started to look around, nothing in my room looked the same. I haven't been to this house in a long time, so I was really confused. I looked around until I spotted something very familiar. There were about 10 boxes, sprawled all over my bedroom. I then knew exactly where I was. I fell back down on my pillow, and I took a long exhale. I had to remind myself, that I was now living at my dad's house. I instantly got depressed. The blue silk sheet set that I once thought was comfortable, was now cold and empty. I've never been away from my family for more than an a day, and it's a bad feeling. I felt lonely all of a sudden. I pulled the sheets from my legs, and sat on the edge of my bed.

"God damn...I fucked up...I fucked up bad this time." I said to myself as I suddenly got butterflies.

Bad thoughts began to run through my head. All the years that I would spend in prison for this bullshit. All the people I will hurt, everybody that I will lose. I wish I could turn back time, I wish I could've talked to Scotty and just went with him.

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and unlocked it. 5:47AM is what my phone showed.

"Man I'm not going to school." I said to myself as I put my head down and got up.

"Why the fuck is he up so early, cookin' and shit anyway?." I asked myself, as I grabbed a T-shirt from one of my boxes that I packed at my mom's house.

As I put my all black T on, I started to feel very depressed-my anxiety started to go crazy. My dad's house isn't as bad as I make it out to be. I just really hate being away from my mom and my sisters, for a long period of time. I'm their protector, I'm the man of the house. I need to be there. As thoughts bounced around my head, I began to search a few boxes next to the side door, that leads to my bathroom. I started to unpack my things in the box, until I smelled what I was looking for. I continued to pull my Ziplock bag of marijuana from the box.

"I missed you." I said, talking to my weed again, as if it could hear me. I put the bag of weed in both palms. I put it up to my nose, and took a deep inhale. The ounce bag of kush smelled amazing. Even though it was early in the morning, I still enjoy smoking. I like to smoke in the morning.

Since I knew my dad was cooking, I tucked the weed in the front pocket of my Gucci jeans. As I starred at my jeans a memory crept in my head. Dock had a cousin named Trey, he used to do security at Macy's. Don't ask me how, but Trey would give us designer jeans, jewelry, cologne, and a bunch of other stuff. Dock and I were always swagged out, and we still have the clothes til' this day.

The smell of maple sausages hit my nose, and I snapped out of my memory. I grabbed a pack of Game Leaf blunts that were lying on the floor next to my nightstand. I opened the door to my bedroom, and I went downstairs.