It was dark and raining...It might not have been raining, but we had the windshield wipers on anyway. The score tonight was the never ending battle against boredom. The three of us were in the car, deciding what was first.
"Lets go to the Inkwell."
Good idea, I could really use a good cup of coffee at this hour of 10 o' clock.
Nick takes out his pack and lighter. I go to do the same but I am stopped.
"You can't smoke those here."
"What the fuck are you talking about? There's plenty of people smoking."
"No, I mean you can't smoke Cloves here."
Fair enough, these things did have a really strong smell.
We finished our coffee by 11. We were now driving along one of the local roads...damned if I can remember. I feel my phone going off in my pocket and see that I have three missed calls, one voice mail, and a text message. No point in checking the voice mail. I give the guy a call and find out he and two other guys are going to his house to smoke weed. Being polite, he asked if we wanted to go. This was at least a fortyfive minute drive from where we were.
"Maybe we'll stop by later."
"Cool cool, do you have any on you?"
"Yeah, we've got some of Nick's stuff."
"Oh nice, his stuff is really good."
Fucking right it is. We just needed a place to go. In my infinite wisdom, I suggest:
"Lets go to Red Bank, there's an awesome ice cream place there."
There were three things wrong with that suggestion...
1) Red Bank was the opposite direction of where we were currently going.
2) That ice cream place was long closed by now.
3) Cops swarm Red Bank at this hour.
Regardless, we were heading to Red Bank. After some arguing of what road we were on and what road we should take...which lasted the length of a Gorillaz album...we found ourselves in a parking lot behind the indi movie theater.
I look out ahead and see headlights...a cop.
"That cop is driving through the parking lot."
"Is he looking?"
"Uhhh, yeah."
We couldn't have looked more suspicious. As soon as the cop passed by, we drove out of there.
"This is stupid, lets get the fuck out of Red Bank."
No one realized that it was my suggestion to go there in the first place. That or they didn't care.
We drove all the way back to the new houseing development near my house. Chris stayed in the car, he was tired enough. The Daze was already in place throughout the night, we were just adding the Haze.
More driving and more music later. I ended up back home.
I walk in and find the lights still on, everyone still awake...
"Oh fuck..."
The paranoia set in quick. I didn't say a word and went right into my room, where I was soon followed by my mother and sister.
"What the fuck is going on? Isn't it like 2 in the morning?!" ...I don't think I said this out loud.
I stared at my computer and said nothing...well aware of what I smelled of.
My mother leaves the room with the words: "There are waffles in the freezer if you're hungry."
No fucking way she said that...I'm going to bed.
Based on truth, slightly exagerrated. The things kids do to fight boredom...