It was a crisp, fall November evening. Marshall’s mom was at work as usual, and Jason went over to his house. He knocked twice, and Mars opened the door. He was surprised to see Jason standing there and said, “Shit, nigga, what you doing over here? Don’t tell me you finished that damn homework already.”
Jason’s mouth curved into a smirk. He replied, “Mars chill. I came here to tell you that I got it.” Mars raised an eyebrow, and with a quick look around, Jason tugged the side of his shirt up, and pulled out the Ziploc bag.
Marshall’s eyes widened as he looked at it. He yelled back, “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? You came over here to get me drugged?” Jason, annoyed, hissed, “Nigga, don’t yell. You gonna get us both in trouble.” Mars bit his lip and whispered, “Alright, c’mon in. I don’t wanna get both of our asses busted.”
With that, he opened the door for Jason and making sure nobody was looking, closed the door and went in. They both crashed on Marshall’s couch. There was a long, awkward silence before Mars broke the silence.
“Aight, listen to me. I wanna know everything. Where did you get it?” Jason replied almost instantaneously, “Reeve Street, man. You know that’s where everybody gets their shit.” Marshall nodded at this and asked, “Ok, that makes sense. Now, what in the goddamn hell made you wanna get it? And why the hell did you bring it here?”
Jason flashed his brown eyes and gave the question some thought before replying, “Look, man. All the highschoolers do it. Or at least they’ve tried. We’re in eighth, dude. If we start now, we’ll be the coolest kids in class. Nobody would ever fuck with us. They say it makes you feel good, they say you feel like all your problems are fading away, like you’re in another world or some shit like that for a couple minutes. And I brought it here cause you the man, Mars. I’m not gonna be the coolest without you.”
Mars tensed his poise, and rested his cheek on his fist. “So you’re telling me, it’s good?” he calmly asked. Jason nodded, and Mars stood up. “You’re telling me it’s the best feeling in the world, and that we’ll be the coolest muthafuckas in the whole school?”
“Yeah, man. No doubt.” Jason stammered. Mars began pacing around and finally came to a stop a couple minutes later and said, “Aight. Let’s do this shit.”
A smile curved on Jason’s lips as Mars said this, and he said, “I knew you’d come around, nigga. Problem is, you pretty much gotta rely on self-service. We gotta roll up the joints ourselves.”
Mars impatiently replied, “Well, then c’mon man. Let’s get to work. We ain’t got all day. Moms will be home in another 2 or 3 hours.” Jason immediately got up and got some paper, while Marshall opened the bag and pulled a handful of marijuana leaves out.
“Look, this is what you do.” Jason explained. Marshall was paying close attention as Jason rolled up each of the two joints, ready to be smoked. He took a handful of the leaves Mars had laid down on the table, and ground them up. He spread them onto the paper, beginning to roll it up. He did the same thing again, and made two. He handed one to Marshall, who stared at the new object in his hand, absorbed into his thoughts as he thought of smoking it.
“I picked up a lighter before I came here.” Jason said, pulling out the lighter and waving it in front of Marshall’s face. Looking closely at the cigarette, Marshall could see the detail Jason had put into shaping the joint, with the tip surrounded by authentic looking plug wrap paper, and the joint feeling full with weed. He jolted back into the real world as Jason snapped and exclaimed, “Woah, you ok? You look like you were in a trance or somethin. Here, you light it up first.”
Jason held the lighter out to Marshall, who grabbed it and began to light his joint. Before he did, he flashed Jason a look and Jason nodded, and with two flicks of the thumb, the lighter came to life with a small spark.
“Aight, now you wanna light the end of the joint” Jason directed. Marshall did as he was told, and lit the end. The marijuana started burning, and the smell raided the room. Jason hissed, “Well, don’t just stand there, nigga. Smoke it.”
Mars looked puzzled for a second, and then Jason nodded and said, “I guess you don’t know how to. Look, just put it to ya mouth and inhale. Then, let it fill ya mouth, and exhale. Simple as that. Now c’mon dipshit, pass the lighter.”
He handed the lighter to Jason, and Marshall immediately began smoking. He moved the joint towards his open mouth, and inhaled. Smoke flooded all of his senses, leaving its bitter taste in his mouth, and its pungent smell flooding his nose. He pulled out and exhaled, and then coughed roughly. Jason began smoking his joint and did the same, and in between inhaling he said, “It sucks, I know. But you get used to it, trust me.”
That’s how it went for about six or seven minutes. Inhale, cough and hack, inhale, cough and hack, etc. By the time they finished they both had watery eyes, sore throats, and sour tastes in their mouths. After they finished, Jason panted, “Dude, fuck that shit. That was horrible. We don’t need no weed to be cool. Fuck it, man.”
Marshall nodded, although he wasn’t so sure. He glanced up at the clock. Still got another hour before Moms comes home he thought to himself. He asked, “Yeah, nigga your right. You clean this shit up; I’ll go get some Lysol to get rid of this smell. My Mom’ll kill me.”
Jason nodded, and began throwing out the scraps of weed leaves on the table, and threw out the paper they used to make their joints. Marshall came back with Lysol, and covering his face, sprayed all around the living room, making sure that burning smell had disappeared. He went to put the Lysol back, and when he came back, he saw that Jason had gone home. The table was now clear, and he breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking he said in his head. That stuff was like inhaling poison.
Little did Marshall know, it was like inhaling poison yes, but poison you could get used to. And that’s exactly what happened.
See, the first time you smoke, it’s like you plant a seed inside of yourself. That seed, eventually grows, seeping its darkness into your body, creating your nightmarish addiction. First time Marshall smoked, he planted that seed. And it didn’t take long for it to grow, no sir.
He was about to go up the stairs and finish the homework he was doing before Jason came, but he noticed a Ziploc bag behind the couch. He went over to the place, and just as he thought, it was the original bag of the dried marijuana leaves. “Damn, it J. Why are you so retarded?” He said to himself. He pondered what to do with it, and then began to panic.
I have no place to put it. Can’t leave it outside. Can’t just throw it out. Damn it, I’m screwed. he thought. He eventually reached a conclusion. I know. I’ll just hide it in my room. I’ll ask J to come over after school tomorrow, and I’ll give it back
He hauled the bag up and carried it to his room, stashing it in one of his dresser drawers. He then jumped onto his bed, mind racing on what to do. It only took seconds for him to come up with something. It only sucks the first time you do it he argued in his head. It gets better the more you do it.
…Right? He pondered over what do before just settling down in his bed, staring up into the ceiling and falling asleep, his dreams filled with the feeling of this new experience.