Bravo. Obviously the previous posters have no ability to enjoy creative writing, in the same horrifyingly truthful way some of us can. I bet nine out of ten people don't even read through your entire post before making a stupid comment like the two above me. Oh well, there loss.
It's been a while since I had to open two tabs in my browser to comprehend a post, I learned what Heelys are and Parkour. I have to say, if I hadn't read this post today I would have never heard of them. I want a pair of Heelys now. My GF wants a pair too. Maybe we will go riding around in the grocery store. Maybe not, but we probably will.
I had a similar experience. I got really high. Not just regular daily high, but I hadn't smoked out in a few weeks, so my tolerance was really low. I got blasted off just a few hits, and then the thought of food entered my mind. So, we left for In and Out for a few double doubles, french fries and milkshakes. I was really excited, theres nothing like the sweet aroma of fried potatoes when inebriated with THC. It was truly a wonderful thing.
Anywho, as we are pulling out of the parking lot, my friend with me asked if I mind stopping at the drug store to get some Q tips and shampoo. Of course I didn't, I had a lap full of gorgeous, steaming food. In contrast, the mist coming off the top of my strawberry and vanilla swirl shake, along with the condensation dripping down the sides really got my stomach growling. So, I decided I better head into the drug store too before I devour not only my food, but my friends food too. Plus, there is something to be said about eating before your friend, I do have manners.
So I head inside. Not the first time I've been in a store blasted, with fire engine red eyes, so I wasn't expecting much. As I was walking in there were a few teenagers, I am not that old, mid twenties, but when your young even a few years seems like a lot. To me, they were still kids, seventeen or eighteen. I could tell by the look on their faces something was amiss, and sure enough one of them had the fortitude to approach me and ask me, "could you spare some change".
"Some change?!", I responded.
"What the fuck are you going to do with fifty cents, man?" I quipped with a grin. They obviously weren't in the mood to laugh but gave a few half hearted chuckles in order to satisfy me, and presumably get my money. Then the boy who asked originally responded.
"Well... I really need gas money. We are stranded" he said with a sad look.
"Where are you headed?" I asked.
"Home, we are trying to make it home." He responded.
I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but from the look on his face he was in a situation that seemed a little bit more complicated than that. I pulled out my wallet and gave them all my money, which was ten dollars.
"Whoah! Thanks dude, you made our night now we have enough for gas!" He said with a huge smile on his face.
Now, the cynical among us, probably would have assumed the boys were asking for money in order to buy drugs, or alcohol. But I knew they weren't. I have been in their situation, and I could tell simply by the look in their eyes, they were escaping something. Whether it simply is a case of boys wanting to return home to a loving home after not managing their money, or whether they were running away to start a new life is not of my concern. I saw some teengaers who needed help and did not assume they were the scum of the earth.
Why cannot parents do the same? Why do they always assume the worse, to the point they send their kid away to an international cabal (great term BTW) of money hungry moralists who would rather destroy life in order to control it.
Thanks for the creative post, love to read more. And I can't wait to get my skate shoes.
