FROADS
09-23-2010, 04:09 PM
*True Story i posted in my journal some years back.. excuse the language and grammar..I didn't change it much since I wanted to keep its authenticity*
So I went to Starbucks yesterday and surprisingly bumped into an old friend I hadn't seen since High School, last I heard she had been going to school out of state. So there we were hugging and talking about how a lot of stuff changed since we last seen each other; you know the usual chit chat when you run up to someone you haven't seen in a minute. Anyway, she invites me to a kickback she was having at her sister's pad and I agreed to go with a friend hopefully to catch up on old times.
So I called my man up and planned on rollin' to homegirl's around 9. I was kind of hoping to, you know, maybe knock boots or at least have an intense make out session with her because back in the day our relationship was strictly platonic but after seeing her recently, her appearance changed from a thin looking light skin girl to a fine dimepiece. So we get to the party and there she is looking as stunning as ever, wearing a turquoise dress with a cup in her hand. Drop-dead. She introduces me and the homie to several of her friends and we blend in with the crowd in an iceberg manner.
After a drinking a couple of brews, she invites me to smoke a spliff in her balcony and there we were taking drags from the joint talking and reminiscing, I, somewhat intoxicated kept staring into her eyes and felt madly attracted to her even more as the moon illuminated her face. Some moments ensued, she pulled out a plastic bag of what appear to be coke and offered me some and I readily accepted like I had something to prove. See, back in high school I was a major pothead and I guess she must've thought I was still the same guy, but up until now I have never even touched coke. I have a lot of friends that mess around with that stuff but I always thought it looked really fiendish. She starts cutting up some lines on a small coffee table that was kept in the balcony, so there I am thinking I'm going to overdose as soon as I do my first line. But I'm a sucker for love and tried to get over with this awkward situation as soon she cuts up my piece, she hands me a thick short straw and I proceed to snort that white line...
It was the strangest sensation I have ever felt, as soon as the coke entered my nostrils my eyes started to tear up a bit and an immediate wet liquid traveled through my throat. Anyway, it brought my buzz back up immediately and I felt somewhat more brave if that's how you want to put it. So it seemed that I was going to get intimate with her but some minutes later this guy comes in and starts kissing her. Dude looked as if though he lived in a gym, all big and chiseled probably taking steroids for breakfast, grabbing her without effort and thrusting her into his chest and as it turns out it was my failed love's boyfriend. And I'm standing there with my skinny *** walking on the moon thinking, "Well ain't this some ****, here I am all high as **** breaking my own convictions just to get snubbed by this selfish chic". I thought me and her had something going on after conversing for about a mad hour and making flirtatious eye contact.
Talk about mixed signals, anyway I left pissed off and when I got home I couldn't even sleep. Probably cause of the cocaine in my system, I swear man, I'm not doing that **** ever again..I'm no fiend.
So I went to Starbucks yesterday and surprisingly bumped into an old friend I hadn't seen since High School, last I heard she had been going to school out of state. So there we were hugging and talking about how a lot of stuff changed since we last seen each other; you know the usual chit chat when you run up to someone you haven't seen in a minute. Anyway, she invites me to a kickback she was having at her sister's pad and I agreed to go with a friend hopefully to catch up on old times.
So I called my man up and planned on rollin' to homegirl's around 9. I was kind of hoping to, you know, maybe knock boots or at least have an intense make out session with her because back in the day our relationship was strictly platonic but after seeing her recently, her appearance changed from a thin looking light skin girl to a fine dimepiece. So we get to the party and there she is looking as stunning as ever, wearing a turquoise dress with a cup in her hand. Drop-dead. She introduces me and the homie to several of her friends and we blend in with the crowd in an iceberg manner.
After a drinking a couple of brews, she invites me to smoke a spliff in her balcony and there we were taking drags from the joint talking and reminiscing, I, somewhat intoxicated kept staring into her eyes and felt madly attracted to her even more as the moon illuminated her face. Some moments ensued, she pulled out a plastic bag of what appear to be coke and offered me some and I readily accepted like I had something to prove. See, back in high school I was a major pothead and I guess she must've thought I was still the same guy, but up until now I have never even touched coke. I have a lot of friends that mess around with that stuff but I always thought it looked really fiendish. She starts cutting up some lines on a small coffee table that was kept in the balcony, so there I am thinking I'm going to overdose as soon as I do my first line. But I'm a sucker for love and tried to get over with this awkward situation as soon she cuts up my piece, she hands me a thick short straw and I proceed to snort that white line...
It was the strangest sensation I have ever felt, as soon as the coke entered my nostrils my eyes started to tear up a bit and an immediate wet liquid traveled through my throat. Anyway, it brought my buzz back up immediately and I felt somewhat more brave if that's how you want to put it. So it seemed that I was going to get intimate with her but some minutes later this guy comes in and starts kissing her. Dude looked as if though he lived in a gym, all big and chiseled probably taking steroids for breakfast, grabbing her without effort and thrusting her into his chest and as it turns out it was my failed love's boyfriend. And I'm standing there with my skinny *** walking on the moon thinking, "Well ain't this some ****, here I am all high as **** breaking my own convictions just to get snubbed by this selfish chic". I thought me and her had something going on after conversing for about a mad hour and making flirtatious eye contact.
Talk about mixed signals, anyway I left pissed off and when I got home I couldn't even sleep. Probably cause of the cocaine in my system, I swear man, I'm not doing that **** ever again..I'm no fiend.