It was an idle Tuesday night sometime in September
and a few friends and I decided to celebrate our friend Sean's birthday.
Nothing too extreme, we spent a few hours at a local hookah club just smoking
flavored tobacco and getting a light buzz then moved the party to my roommate
and I's apartment where we drank a minimal amount of alcohol. We packed a glass
bowl of weed and between about 5 people passed it while playing video games. I
was lightly buzzed by the time the place started to clear out. The plan at this
point was to get our friend Sean extremely wasted as our gift to him, but he
dipped out on us leaving only my roommate, Hughie, and I with a lot of weed to
smoke.
A few weeks prior to this night, Hughie had made a 'gravity' bong out of a
large glass bottle which he was anxious to show off to Sean. Excuse me for the
quotations on 'gravity', but I've been smoking pot since I was 12 years old
(I'm 20 now) and until Hughie moved in I had never experienced a homemade
smoking apparatus.
You know how
growing up our parents will advise us like "don't drink, don't do
hard drugs like "igbó" it will damage your brain". We even
judged people who smoked and associated them with bad gangs, cultism and touts.
And then you watch oyibo college movies and u see them doing all types of drugs
and u be like "na wa o, God forbid".
