I moved in with my high school friend in December of 1994.  Things seemed great!  We had known each other for a long time and pretty much knew our quirks.  Chris and I had been sharing tokes for a little over a year before we moved in together but Chris had been introduced to weed when he was about eight years old.  He had years of experience on me but I was learning fast.  I could appreciate buds with beautiful crystals and a color of green that could only put a smile on your face.  We made sure to take care of our responsibilities during the week, maybe treat ourselves to a bowl in the evening but mostly we would hold out until the weekend.  Times were green!

  Chris and I shared laughs, highs, deep talks and friendship.  Apparently, he felt a bit more for me though and I just couldn't reciprocate those feelings.  One night he had ordered a pizza and stuffed the leftovers in the bottom salad drawer, hoping that I wouldn't eat it.  I saw it and never touched it but left a note on our greaseboard that the pizza had been delicious.  IT WAS A JOKE!  It all just turned into a major misunderstanding.  He started doing stupid things as a type of revenge and pretty soon I figured out that the situation wasn't healthy.  A week later I had a plan to move out.

  I never explained to my folks that I smoked weed.  They seemed pretty uptight to me and I really didn't need to hear the drug addict speech.  They came by to help me move my shit.  In his manipulative way Chris popped his head out and basically shoved a nice sack of weed in my face and asked if I wanted it.  Yes, my parents were right there for that momment.  I was about twenty and had never really had any open and honest talk with my folks.  Our talks usually revolved around them sitting me down and enforcing their rules.  I just felt like I would be judged so I kind of froze and said,"Uh, no..." Later, my mom said to me that I should of taken it!!!!!  Go figure. 

  Relatively quickly I found myself living completely on my own which was exciting and scary at the same time.  I didn't know that my little loft would soon been the hot spot for dinner parties and major smoke outs!

Peace @ 420

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