The wicked spliff
Swiftly, Mark and John climbed up the stairs to get to John's apartment.. they had met after almost two years and the excitement made them want to go catch up more on each other, there was an amazing sense of familiarity which Mark felt very wierd about because he'd never really been in touch with John all this while. As they settled themselves down around the house, Mark offered to roll a spliff for the good times back in college days. John jumped on the idea since his last spliff was almost a month back he said to John.
Mark, quickly rolled a smooth and long spliff and lit it with an eager flame. John felt the eagerness come back to him as the first whiffs of the tea hit his nostrils. Inhaling the smoke uncertainly his face became more and more relaxed as he lay back, floating as if on a boat in a slow meandering river. Coupled with a quiet ambience in the background, when suddenly Mark told him "You really must try the F2, cos then you'll be REALLY blown. John's face lit up at the prospect, little did he to know what was coming. Mark explained "take two drags and pass it on to me, exhale only when it comes back to you. That way you will be smashed!" John never smoked much of the green before and had a very utopian picture in his mind when he offered to go with the F2, Mark in his excited enthusiasm got on a really high frequency energy groove. But the F2 just hit John like the awakening chinese gong which broke his mind's utopian stoned slumber.
As John's face grew from relaxed to uncertain and he took yet another drag, when the room started revolving round him. Gathering the energy out of his chaotic state he told Mark how blowing the spliff was.. as he slumped back and closed his eyes going into a whirlwind of darkness deep below in his mind. The scorching music in the background only sent him more into a state of quiet, as he lay fighting the sinking feeling. Mark looked at him and at once new the state and offered some water which John feverishly drank and sat up in a state of aboslute chaos and uncertainity. Mark couldn't help but laugh to himself how the huge presence of John was now moving around from his sitting place with those semi-closed eyes, saying "I'm soooo blown maaan!" with an uncertain smile. Mark replied enthusiastically "Yea man!! this is sooo smashing!" as he contently smiled.
John sinked deeper and deeper and at last threw up on the floor; missing Mark by inches, as Mark realised what happened. He sort of saw it coming but not in this fashion. As John got up and made his way to the loo. Mark looked around and sick in his stomach when he looked at the mess got up and walked over towards the loo. Mark was uncertain with what he was supposed to do so called out to John "ey John, you ok man??" John let out another gulp and spoke with a disgusted accent "Yae man aa-eee-m okk". Mark sat down on the chair as he lit his ciggarette and watched John clean up and freshen up walking around in a downed criss-cross state. Mark watching him all the time asked again "You sure your ok mate??" John looked at mark and nodded as he went and crashed in his bed. Mark uncertain of his role in John's place sat away puffing on his ciggarette.
Wierd thoughts engulfed his head as he thought of John suddenly getting angry and wanting to maybe throw a chair at him or worse still try and push himself over Mark. Disgusted by the stoned imagery in his mind Mark called out to John who was now sleeping with his forearm covering his eyes "Hey John.. I guess i'll leave man, You take care". John replied "Sure man, remember to attach the paper back as you walk out through the door" as he feel back into his downwardly slumber. Mark took one look at the other room where John had thrown up, Collected his lighter and rolling paper and made his way out feeling absolutely spaced and unbelonging to John's place. Walking down the spiral steps he wondered how the whole scenario of his surroundings had completely changed in a matter of thiry-five minutes.
Walking to his bike as he rode out of John's place, Mark left John's place in a very uncertain state which made him laugh, "That was one wicked spliff" he said to himself with a stoned giggle. Riding along the wide roads with the cool breeze carresing his face Mark rode on home singing Imagine for no real reason at all, as he drove into the sunset floating on the words of his song..
Mark, quickly rolled a smooth and long spliff and lit it with an eager flame. John felt the eagerness come back to him as the first whiffs of the tea hit his nostrils. Inhaling the smoke uncertainly his face became more and more relaxed as he lay back, floating as if on a boat in a slow meandering river. Coupled with a quiet ambience in the background, when suddenly Mark told him "You really must try the F2, cos then you'll be REALLY blown. John's face lit up at the prospect, little did he to know what was coming. Mark explained "take two drags and pass it on to me, exhale only when it comes back to you. That way you will be smashed!" John never smoked much of the green before and had a very utopian picture in his mind when he offered to go with the F2, Mark in his excited enthusiasm got on a really high frequency energy groove. But the F2 just hit John like the awakening chinese gong which broke his mind's utopian stoned slumber.
As John's face grew from relaxed to uncertain and he took yet another drag, when the room started revolving round him. Gathering the energy out of his chaotic state he told Mark how blowing the spliff was.. as he slumped back and closed his eyes going into a whirlwind of darkness deep below in his mind. The scorching music in the background only sent him more into a state of quiet, as he lay fighting the sinking feeling. Mark looked at him and at once new the state and offered some water which John feverishly drank and sat up in a state of aboslute chaos and uncertainity. Mark couldn't help but laugh to himself how the huge presence of John was now moving around from his sitting place with those semi-closed eyes, saying "I'm soooo blown maaan!" with an uncertain smile. Mark replied enthusiastically "Yea man!! this is sooo smashing!" as he contently smiled.
John sinked deeper and deeper and at last threw up on the floor; missing Mark by inches, as Mark realised what happened. He sort of saw it coming but not in this fashion. As John got up and made his way to the loo. Mark looked around and sick in his stomach when he looked at the mess got up and walked over towards the loo. Mark was uncertain with what he was supposed to do so called out to John "ey John, you ok man??" John let out another gulp and spoke with a disgusted accent "Yae man aa-eee-m okk". Mark sat down on the chair as he lit his ciggarette and watched John clean up and freshen up walking around in a downed criss-cross state. Mark watching him all the time asked again "You sure your ok mate??" John looked at mark and nodded as he went and crashed in his bed. Mark uncertain of his role in John's place sat away puffing on his ciggarette.
Wierd thoughts engulfed his head as he thought of John suddenly getting angry and wanting to maybe throw a chair at him or worse still try and push himself over Mark. Disgusted by the stoned imagery in his mind Mark called out to John who was now sleeping with his forearm covering his eyes "Hey John.. I guess i'll leave man, You take care". John replied "Sure man, remember to attach the paper back as you walk out through the door" as he feel back into his downwardly slumber. Mark took one look at the other room where John had thrown up, Collected his lighter and rolling paper and made his way out feeling absolutely spaced and unbelonging to John's place. Walking down the spiral steps he wondered how the whole scenario of his surroundings had completely changed in a matter of thiry-five minutes.
Walking to his bike as he rode out of John's place, Mark left John's place in a very uncertain state which made him laugh, "That was one wicked spliff" he said to himself with a stoned giggle. Riding along the wide roads with the cool breeze carresing his face Mark rode on home singing Imagine for no real reason at all, as he drove into the sunset floating on the words of his song..
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