The Crack in Your Hand.

There was a party, there always is and there will always be. A party to which you are invited and you feel welcome, there are always people on the corner, just looking for fun. I was one of these people and I followed a very confused man, every word he uttred was jibbrish, complete fucking bullshit, but he was buying me drinks, so I really did'nt care that much.

Once drunk, I get back home several hours later. This really shady guy was sitting in the back, having a midnight smoke and he smiled as I joined him. He smiled really wide and put his hand on the table, when he opens it up, there lies 30 dollars worth of mau, just in the palm of his hand. He smiles wider and tells me to roll this into one J, 50/50 with tobacco. I agree in silence and start to roll.

Then this cunt of a snakeman comes out, looks at me with a very disappointed face, walks over, takes the Mecc and throws every little bit of mau into the garbage. I looked at the shady guy and said: "I fucking told you that was going to happen!"

Even later, me and this shady guy are sharing what he would call a "smokeless pipe". He teaches me how to use it and he tells me to suck hard, suck hard boy. So I suck as hard as I can, I suck for the mother earth and nothing happens, I suck harder, harder, harder... And finally the stash pulls through, straight into my lungs and I cough like I was in gradeschool. Five minutes later I realize something really bad, that I am high on crack and there is no turning back, this free party just turned into something different, something that was not supposed to be...