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Brenden: Desert wanderer, heart squanderer, struggling writer.
26 Feb 2012
05:18pm

memories

girl-goes-derp:

We used to spend weekends getting high and staying up until the sun came to visit us.  With red and baggy eyes, we’d crawl under the covers just to repeat it until the week began.  Saturday was the best (or maybe the worst to someone else).  We’d wake up at noon, pack a bowl, and scavenge for food.  

Often, we were broke, but somehow, we always had weed.  I think, at some point, we had friends who were selling, but to us, they were giving the stuff away.  But, that’s not the point.  We’d go spend $4 on a value menu, $6 on cigarettes and drinks and we’d go sit at the park until we were sober enough to go see someone who would have a home cooked meal - or would offer to take us out.

For some reason, one Saturday stands out.  I can’t recall a date, and it started like every Saturday for a year.  But, this day I was so tired of everyone’s music.  The iPod would cycle through rap, classic rock, techno, and more rap.  It was dark out and I had smoked too much.  I remember hitting the bong at a dealer’s house, then driving home to smoke a bowl.  Then, in the car, we smoked a joint.

My hands were sweaty and I couldn’t find a comfortable temperature.  The heater was on full blast in the Texas summer night and my window was rolled down.  Somehow, sunglasses had slipped over my eyes; I kept rolling the window up and down.  My stomach was in knots and I wanted to run every stop light just to get home to my mattress.  

Vividly, I remember Lil’ Wayne playing and I started screaming about it being shit, why were we wasting our time on something so pointless.  Someone was stroking my arm, someone else was saying I’d be okay and that they wanted Chinese food.  I turned the radio off, I turned the air on, I rolled the window up and down and up and down.  The click of the automatic button was soothing.

I made it up two flights of stairs, crashed face first into the mattress, flicked on the last CD I had played at home.  The Velvet Underground blared loud enough to wake everyone up.  For some reason, I played the album on repeat until I fell asleep.  In the morning, everyone was sprawled throughout the house, littering the floor.  I woke them up with another dose of “Sunday Morning” and cinnamon toast.

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