Tweeking and Geeking

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The end of the road is finally near. How did it all start? I’m not quite clear. Did I call my friends or did they call me? Did I have to pay money or did I get it for free? I think it was Sunday we started our buzz. A big fat fifty for me and my Cuz. He [cook/dealer] said it was awesome, he called it “the fire.” I know this guy well and he is no liar. A brand new Bic lighter is a useful tool. A straw or a pen and, of course, aluminum foil. I mold my foil, it’s now called a boat. I hold it real steady as I pour on the dope. The foil now heated from my brand new Bic. I heat it real slow, not to burn it too quick. The dope is now melting, it’s a beautiful sight. With the straw in my mouth to catch the smoke just right. Holding the boat steady at just the right slant. I hit it real hard, now hear comes the pant. Now exhaling the smoke, I can’t help but smile. I haven’t seen dope this good in a really long while. My Cuz is now ready for it is her turn. She’s impressed by the taste and the way that it burns. The dope is awesome, we like it that way. That’s how we started on our endless day. Wound for sound and spun to the gun. We’re tweaking and geeking, just having some fun. Before we know it five days have gone by. We’re both still awake, but we have bugged out eyes. Our bodies need rest, now we’re moving real slow. I’m seeing weird as my mind starts to go. A rational thought, I haven’t had in a while. My jaws are locked and I can’t even smile. We do more and more as we try to maintain. We think we’re okay, but we’re acting insane. We’re both spaced out in our own little world. Until we hear talking, it’s the voice of a girl. Both of us freeze, careful not to make a sound. Now I hear footsteps and the loading of rounds. I know it’s the law, so why even look. They think we’re dealers or maybe the cook. Now we’re low crawling ‘cross the living room floor. Just past the couch and then out the back door. We sling open the door and we make our move. We can’t look back, we got too much to lose. Straight to the bushes as fast as we can. We lie there and hide and think of a plan. We’re safe at the bushes, but we cannot speak. ’Cause we’re both out of breath and our knees are all weak. We know not to move, not even a muscle. ’Cause the grass and the twigs make a distinctive rustle. The morning sun now pierces our eyes. The Feds didn’t find us, I was surprised. How did we do it? Surely they had to see. Right by the bushes was my cousin and me. We can’t see a cop, not a single blue light. That doesn’t make sense, ‘cause we both heard them last night. The cops didn’t see us, now that doesn’t add up. Then I remembered I never looked up. We never took time to check out that sound. We each flipped out and just hit the ground. We spent too many days without any sleep. Doing too much dope and we needed to eat. The two of us then had to call it quits [from that particular binge]. For another true story of smoking the .