Remember the Good Guy

It was a stressful week. End of day Friday, I was itching to get out and chill, hopefully with some weed. First option was a nearby friend. Hit his joint and the fucker wasn’t home. Next option, I called my friends and asked them to go out for a quiet drive, a meal and a chat. I just needed the relaxation, and right now a J was optional. Getting out was compulsory. Met up with a brother and was chatting when I popped in the idea of a J. I didn’t expect him to be game, but he was and from there began the search for the good stuff.

A walk down the lane, a few three wheel buggers, a short drive, a creepy neighborhood and three hundred bucks later, we got the shit in our pockets and were cruising around looking for a place to roll. This city is bullshit. There is no place a brother could stop his vehicle and roll his J in peace. So as a last resort, we went back to my friends place, locked ourselves in the room and started rolling rolling rolling. Three beautiful ones, with the last one a bit askew, but who gives a fuck?
Now for a place. To smoke up. Off Kirimandala Mawatha, in another mawatha. Tiny lane by the lake. We found  a dark spot with a tree and started the fire. It was good and the aftertaste was just pure aawesomeness. It had been awhile and it was well worth it. Soon we were joined by another brother from another mother and the circle began. We were slightly wary because the area was dodgy and we kept our eye out for the cops. When the second J started and we were buzzing like fuck,  light shone in the distance. All three of us acted like we were peeing into the lake (Go figure). And guess who it was? A fucking cop. He stopped, looked at us and then just rode off.

OMFG!

Thanking our lucky stars we headed off to a famous and happening place to smoke up the rest. Smoked up the rest outside and went in. Dressed in shorts and slippers we looked totally out of place with the ‘hip clubbing crowd’. The place was just swarming with hot chick after hot chick. Everyone was so forward and their eyes told that they were looking to get some tonight. I’m ready to get some too. I wondered where these women were when I was single. Where the fuck were they hiding? What rock did I live under? With a constant hard on I made my way through the crowd checking out the walking pussies. The J was getting to me and I was thinking from my little brain now. Everything in my body urged me to grab onto some piece of skin. But I stopped myself. I have a chick. Back home.

Remember the good guy. I said to myself. Don’t let him runaway and hide. Remember the good guy. Don’t touch anyone. Be good. Remember the good guy.

I fought a battle beneath myself.  A classic battle between good and evil, saint and sinner. The battle I fight each time my weak mind falls. Every time that I get turned on by things that I can’t get. Every time I get turned on by the challenge, the battle starts. And man is it not difficult, to fight yourself? You are fighting you, who knows everything about you. To, top it all off, you are stoned and you can take advantage of you. Everything can go so wrong. My brain wanted to give up on this losing battle. I wanted to give into temptation. The night was too good to let go. Everything seemed carefree. Everything was so…

Remember the good guy.

I did.

After what seemed like hours of torture, I came out of the joint frustrated than ever. Oh man I needed to get some. It was late, I was stoned hence I thought it’s a good idea to call my chick to see how she’s doing. I dialed her number. Watched it being displayed on my phone….

Calling Dad.

Kept phone to ear and in my most sultry voice, I said

‘Hey sexxxxy…..’

Dad: Putha??

Ah!

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