Firecracker!

2.3.2015


Growing up, I had a pal my age who lived only three houses away.  Let's call him Phil.  We went to school together until high school, when we went to different schools, but we still hung out a lot.

I saw Phil nearly every day, because we had a grapefruit tree that (I'm told) had absolutely delicious
fruit, and he came and got one for breakfast.  I also saw him when we listened to records, watched movies, or, y'know, smoked the reefer. 

The kids he met at his school were really different from the ones I met at my school and his pals introduced him to "alternative" art and music and often times really powerful weed.

One school night I went out to dinner with my soccer team after practice and ordered and wolfed down loaded tater skins.  They were cheesy, bacony, covered with sour cream and I would see them again!

Later that evening, Phil came over right as I was leaving to take our dog for a walk.  He joined us and while we walked, he showed me this neat collapsible "water pipe" and then he demonstrated its use.  I gave it a go and it worked well.  We took turns breaking it in as we walked Cassie around the block.

As we neared his house, he said, "My sister Melissa just got back from a trip to China and she brought me some weird candy.  Wanna check it out?"  I said okay and Cassie and I waited as he ran in and got the candy.

They were fruity disk-shaped candies called "Haw Flakes." We thought the name was hilarious and we held the "awwww" of Haw when we said "Haw Flakes" and cracked each other up.  It was really, REALLY funny, if you catch my meaning.

It was getting late, so we called it a night.  I took the dog home, washed up and went to bed.  As I laid there, the room began to spin quite fast, and before I knew it,  realized I was about to throw up.  A moment later I reverse-ate my once tasty loaded tater skins.  That seemed to help, because the room stopped spinning.  Even better, my brother heard me ralph, thought I was sick and took pity on me by cleaning up my trash can, which now contained my tater skins.

The next morning, as I was leaving for school, Phil came to get a grapefruit.

He said, "dude, I fucking threw up last night."

I said, "so did I!"

He said, "do you think it was the Hawwwwww Flakes?"

I said, "no.  I think it was the killer bongs."

We laughed.  Hawwwwww Flakes!

Tonight - The Armory Club

(blatant tie-in - no pun intended - to the "rom com" of the week, "50 Shades of Grey.")


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!