Evelation

I mean, elevation. Well, when I first thought of the word, my mind said evelation (Card! Card! Hyok hyok).

Jeez!

Flashback to 8 hours ago…

The sun is sinking lower and the glare is gone, the sky is just right. I take off my shades and lean back. The Papare is in my ears, and the cheers and the jeers are everywhere. The hash is working into my system, slowly yet efficiently, doing wonders to my head and vision. I’m loving this shit right here. People having fun everywhere, I’m having fun right here. Thoughts enter my head. I cant write them down during the big match right? I mean wouldn’t that be pretty lame? I don’t know. I’m too lazy to write it anyway. I focus on memorizing, knowing very well what happened last time. Worth a shot anyway!

The heat gets to me, still I’m feeling good. Better than I was 10 minutes ago. It was a small J. But good things come in small packages. Sometimes. Pretty glad it came this time. Smooth, yummy and effective. Everything a J should be eh? What do you say? Yeah I’m asking the rest of you shameless stoners! Yeah that’s you, in the corner, and you in the spotlight, losing your religion. Do you agree with me?

I glance around at the chick situation. Hmm, tomorrow is the day my head gets into table fan mood. Swing left, swing right. Swing left, swing right. You get the drift. OK for those of you who don’t know, chick situation at the big matchis basically like this;

Thursday – Good chick very rare. Rare chick very bad. (If) Good chick, is with boy. That’s why she is here on the first day. (Aaah nods of comprehension)

Friday – Ooh mama, you’re so fine, looking good from behind. Can I get your number baby… blah blah blah.. lame ass sewalayas ruining the fun for us folk who like to sit back and observe things of beauty.

Saturday – Oh baby, come to papa! Oh baby, yes you baby, and you baby, and you, and you…. * goes on*… and last not but least, you baby.

So yes I hope you understood the chick situation there. Now back to my evelation elevation (Drat!). Yes so chick situation is a bore. But I’m happy, cause it’s nice to be happy, sha-la-la! I burnt my lip on the last drag. It hurts , yet it was worth it. I feel myself soaring, just rising above ground. This was just the right amount to keep you there, gain sufficient altitude and maintain. Everything is good but there’s no way to increase altitude. I felt like kicking myself for only having one J with me. But tomorrow is another day, so tomorrow will be more J’s. Hell yes. My chickah is coming and we can get high together. If she’s not in the mood, I will be, and I can get high. Sha-la-la! I can’t wait for tomorrow. The chick situation will be better, the crowd will be better, and the Papare will deffa be better. I hope the game goes on for 3 days :S.

OK got to go prepare for tomorrow, where is my rolling kit?

*whistles and sings*

Pa-rappa-raa-ra-raa- -pa-rappa-raa-ra-raa…

There was a man from Sauket
Who flew to the moon in a Rocket
The Rocket crashed
His bottom smashed
And he found his balls in his pocket

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