hE called me on the phone, I was 23 years old. he was the new kid in the neighborhood, but still from cali roots, like me. strange he would move . he had a huge black garbage bag filled with something behind his back.
"u sure it's cool dude?" he asked..
"yeah man, they are sleeping, come on in!"
we got in my room.
"whats in the huge air filled bag?" I asked.
"freon" he smiled,
sucking on the opening around his hand, putting the bag up to his lips.
"freon?" I asked.
his body went into somewhat of a seizure,
and
his eyes darted around in the back of his skull for about a minute.
he was nuttier then I thought..
"yeah dude, freon man, I steal it from the heating ducts and air ducts at my girlfriends house, shit, u never done freon?" he said, his eyes fluttering like cartoon freaks.
I didn't know what it was.
"lemee try some?" I said quickly.
he handed the big air filled toxic garbage bag over to me, while he reached for my bong.
I took a huge gulp of whatever it was. I felt brain cells and important bodily functions for breathing float away into space..a smile came to my face.
"so they call this stuff freon?" I said, my eyeballs now swimming in lakes on Jupiter.
"yeah" he smiled.
"what's in it?"
I smiled
"I dun no" he said,
smoke blowing from his lips..
This story Copyright 2002 Nicholas Morgan.
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