like watching her dance. She looked just like she belonged in that stream, casting for trout thousands of miles away from the Mediterranean under the Missouri sun.
J anice and Patty smoked cigarettes as they walked down the well-worn trail, oblivious both to the beauty of nature and the beer cans and cigarette butts that lay along the path, evidence of parties long past. They were two teenage friends, bonded by their mutual boredom and their willingness to try just about anything to get high.
“Hey, let me see that stuff again,” Janice, the taller red haired teen, said.
“Just hold on. We’re almost at the fire circle. Aren’t you high enough? That last joint was crazy,” Patty said, a little loopy eyed, giving her a friendly pat on the arm.
“I’m tired of weed. I want to try that new shit, supposed to be like cocaine,” Janice said.
“You’ve never had any damn cocaine,” Patty said.
“Yes, I did too, at that frat party we got into when we visited Mary’s brother at State.”
“It was probably a crushed up caffeine pill,” Patty said.
“It worked on me.”
“Everything works on you, especially frat boys.” They both laughed and leaned on each other as they lurched up the path.
The girls walked into a clearing where some logs had been arranged around a fire pit that had seen some use.
“My mom used to come here and party years ago. I heard her talking about it to one of her friends,” Janice said.
“So she knows you come here?” Patty said.
“Don’t be stupid. No way. Parents don’t want to know.”
“Did she ever smoke dope or anything?” Patty asked.
“I doubt it; she was more part of the beer drinking crowd. She’s still pretty straight that way. We don’t talk about things like that. She’s more worried about me getting pregnant and making decent grades than doing drugs. I think she knows we do some drinking, but nothing about weed,” Janice said. “We smoke this stuff, right?”
“I’ve got a pipe I got from Henry,” Patty said.
“Where did he get crystal meth?”
“That’s like the last thing we need to know,” Patty said.
“True.”
Patty pulled a small glass tube and a folded tin foil packet out of her pocket. Both girls looked at it like they were examining an alien life form.
“How much do you put in?” Janice asked.
“He said just to put some in that little bowl and heat it up and inhale the fumes,” Patty said.
“Go for it,” Janice said.
Patty sparked a lighter, vaporized the grains of methamphetamine and inhaled.
“Whoa,” she said as she blew out the smoke. “Holy shit!”
Janice had already taken the pipe and finished off the rest.
“That’s awesome.”
“No shit.”
“Hey, give me one,” Janice said as Patty lit up a cigarette.
“Man, now I know what everyone is talking about, this is outrageous.”
“I don’t see why everyone’s so wild about this stuff. People just do it too much and get screwed over by it.”
“Give me a little more.”
Both girls took turns burning up the small amount that they’d been given as a sample. They smoked cigarettes and talked about their newdiscovery. They had instantly decided that the first order of business was to get some for the weekend and take it to a party. A friend of theirs was having a party to celebrate his parents being gone for a few days.
“Man, what time is it?” Patty asked.
“Like five.”
“We got to go. I’ve got to be home before my mom gets there,” Patty said.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Make sure you keep it cool when you see your mom,” Janice said.
“She doesn’t know shit and we don’t smell or nothing.”
The girls made it back down the trail and to Patty’s car. They got inside and pushed the hamburger wrappers aside and found a fresh pack of cigarettes. Patty cranked up the local rock station, and soon the whole car was vibrating to a blaring, rapid-fire beat. With the wind in their hair and the drugs making everything seem like
J anice and Patty smoked cigarettes as they walked down the well-worn trail, oblivious both to the beauty of nature and the beer cans and cigarette butts that lay along the path, evidence of parties long past. They were two teenage friends, bonded by their mutual boredom and their willingness to try just about anything to get high.
“Hey, let me see that stuff again,” Janice, the taller red haired teen, said.
“Just hold on. We’re almost at the fire circle. Aren’t you high enough? That last joint was crazy,” Patty said, a little loopy eyed, giving her a friendly pat on the arm.
“I’m tired of weed. I want to try that new shit, supposed to be like cocaine,” Janice said.
“You’ve never had any damn cocaine,” Patty said.
“Yes, I did too, at that frat party we got into when we visited Mary’s brother at State.”
“It was probably a crushed up caffeine pill,” Patty said.
“It worked on me.”
“Everything works on you, especially frat boys.” They both laughed and leaned on each other as they lurched up the path.
The girls walked into a clearing where some logs had been arranged around a fire pit that had seen some use.
“My mom used to come here and party years ago. I heard her talking about it to one of her friends,” Janice said.
“So she knows you come here?” Patty said.
“Don’t be stupid. No way. Parents don’t want to know.”
“Did she ever smoke dope or anything?” Patty asked.
“I doubt it; she was more part of the beer drinking crowd. She’s still pretty straight that way. We don’t talk about things like that. She’s more worried about me getting pregnant and making decent grades than doing drugs. I think she knows we do some drinking, but nothing about weed,” Janice said. “We smoke this stuff, right?”
“I’ve got a pipe I got from Henry,” Patty said.
“Where did he get crystal meth?”
“That’s like the last thing we need to know,” Patty said.
“True.”
Patty pulled a small glass tube and a folded tin foil packet out of her pocket. Both girls looked at it like they were examining an alien life form.
“How much do you put in?” Janice asked.
“He said just to put some in that little bowl and heat it up and inhale the fumes,” Patty said.
“Go for it,” Janice said.
Patty sparked a lighter, vaporized the grains of methamphetamine and inhaled.
“Whoa,” she said as she blew out the smoke. “Holy shit!”
Janice had already taken the pipe and finished off the rest.
“That’s awesome.”
“No shit.”
“Hey, give me one,” Janice said as Patty lit up a cigarette.
“Man, now I know what everyone is talking about, this is outrageous.”
“I don’t see why everyone’s so wild about this stuff. People just do it too much and get screwed over by it.”
“Give me a little more.”
Both girls took turns burning up the small amount that they’d been given as a sample. They smoked cigarettes and talked about their newdiscovery. They had instantly decided that the first order of business was to get some for the weekend and take it to a party. A friend of theirs was having a party to celebrate his parents being gone for a few days.
“Man, what time is it?” Patty asked.
“Like five.”
“We got to go. I’ve got to be home before my mom gets there,” Patty said.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Make sure you keep it cool when you see your mom,” Janice said.
“She doesn’t know shit and we don’t smell or nothing.”
The girls made it back down the trail and to Patty’s car. They got inside and pushed the hamburger wrappers aside and found a fresh pack of cigarettes. Patty cranked up the local rock station, and soon the whole car was vibrating to a blaring, rapid-fire beat. With the wind in their hair and the drugs making everything seem like
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