Lilith,Rhiannon,Iris, Jacquelyn
I decided I needed a smoke. A Fag. A ciggy. All these names for something complex yet quite simple. A cigarette is what I need right now. I had just lit the last one as a pick me up last night.
It was the perfect follow up after the bong. The bong, we call "Big Purple". Big Purple was the first bong I ever took a hit out of, and Jesus Christ the after math was phenomenal.
When I say coughing fit I mean it took 3 minutes of paralysis and realization till I let out an avalanche of rib shaking coughs. As soon as I pulled away my jaw dropped and according to my friend (since I had my eyes squeeze shut) she said the whole fucking room was filled with cloud.
By the time I passed it to her she realized the whole bowl she put in was ash. I had took the whole fucking bowl in one hit. Which is pretty fucking cool by the way. Even though I only held it for .3 milliseconds.
Now that I'm out of Cigarettes, it was time to buy another pack, but due to the strict minority law on tobacco products. I have to get it through a friend. Which luckily for me I knew that friend. That friend happened to be the the marketplace managers son. Finn.
Finn was a pretty sweet dude, when I had 6 and he was 10. I remember my mom used to let him "babysit" me for a dollar, and for two years we were good friends until his mom and dad had a divorce and he got caught in the mix up.
The next 6 years he lived with his mom until he graduated highschool and decided to move back and work with his dad until he is able to live on his own.Besides being a dweller in his dads basement he's a pretty cool dude. Now he's twenty and still working in this small town in the middle of nowhere.
I pull out my phone and pull up Snapchat. My finger skimmed the list of recent friends I have spoken too and I lay my finger on
🤡Finley🤡
I text Finn letting him know to meet him in front of the market with a pack of reds, and proceeded to do all the shit one does on a lazy Thursday afternoon in the summer. I begin my decent down the stairs when my back pocket begins to buzz. I check my messages and see I received a text from Iris on Snap.
"Dude are you coming or not?"
I look at the message and decide not to reply seeing as I didn't really know what to say. Today I was in a mood. I can't really explain it all to well, but it's one of those days where it all just seems a little useless. Sometimes I'd rather be alone, but I also don't wanna ditch on them and make them think they're not important to me. They are, but sometimes you need to be alone to reflect.
The cigarettes. That's what I need to think about, that's the only thing that can console me right now.
I turned off my phone notifications and turn the headphones up to full volume. Turning your music up full volume is a quick and easy way to distract yourself from your environment. It's submerges you into a world where you're at peace.
It makes you feel less human, and more part of a universe that's free of pain and suffering. Once I get a pack of Reds, I'll be sitting in my room, a ciggy in one hand with my music blasting, mood lighting, and completely closed off from everything else.
It's like my 10 minute break from existence. I tend to float off into this surreal state. It's one of the few things that makes me really feel... good yknow?
I tiptoe my way down the stairs and turn the corner into the kitchen. Laying there as always is the garage door key. I press the red button on the remote and jog outside and into the garage. In the corner I spot my skateboard and quickly grab it and run back out. I shut the garage door and quietly return the key back to the counter top.
I check my pockets to make sure I have everything. I check them off in my head.
1.House Key
2.Phone
3.Zippo Lighter
4.Pocket Knife
5.$7.32
Pretty sure I got it all.
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By the time I had reached the market Finn was already sitting on the ground by the door waving me down. As he was waving me down I couldn't help but notice his outfit. He always wore something that any other man would be to afraid to wear. We live in a "Trump" town. If you get it, you get it. Basically anything that has to do with sexuality, genders other than male and female, or crossdressing is simply "uncomfortable" and is something that should be kept quiet.
But me and Finn like to break those standards. I mean if we weren't doing it for the simple fact that we are honestly just fashionable we would do it just to get it on Trump supporters nerves.
I smiled at Finn and grabbed his hand to help him stand up. He was wearing a hello kitty death metal shirt so long it covered half his thighs along with a red plaid skirt with chains, and ripped up jeans and a paid of brand spanking new death metal hello kitty demonias. The black and red outfit complimented his matching hair split dye he had me do in his "secret treehouse". You'll find out what that is later.
Overall his dad didn't seem to care. He was to busy worrying about paying bills on time. He had too much on his mind to care about something that shouldn't matter to him. He supports Finn.
Finn slides a pack of cigs into my hand and I shoved them in my pocket and surfed my pockets for cash. I handed him 5 bucks to pay for the 4.39 pack of cigs.
"Hey Jac, how's it goin in Jaccyville?" He snorted like it was the funniest thing he's said all day. It probably was.
"Nothing much going on really, thinking about hanging with a couple friends today."
"That's your problem Jac. You're always just a thinking all the time,no? You got your brain stuck on the 2x speed button. But it's also what makes you so cool dude.Like bro I would like kill for you. I wouldn't die for you though because I like you too much to let you live without me."
I didn't feel like making the effort to laugh so I gave him a weird look to let him know im still paying attention.
"Look Jacs I'm serious your like... my best friend bro."He begins to slowly sink down on the ground and light a cigarette.
Now I would like to tell you, no, Finn isn't always like this he's just high. Problem is, he's always high and he's always like this.
"Ok dude, you're cool too." I flick my eyes towards the sidewalk and begin to skate off.
Finn calls out to me "Hey text me later tonight ok?"
I just nod my head at him as I pushed off knowing I was probably gonna be busy.
