Cigarette Ladder
Sep. 15th, 2002 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinue[This entry has a literary, insightful opening line in which subject and noun relate contrapuntally to the adverse Christ metaphor implied by the tempor and meter.]
I just smoked some amazing pot.
[Aparently, in my haste to write literature, I did not get the Hunter Thompson out of my system.]
I mention this not to document the incredibly potent and altogether high general quality of this particular sprig of green leaves, but rather because I regard this act as a profound spiritual ritual - like fasting, or meditation. That sentence makes me sound like an exceptionally pompous diciple of Dr. Leary, (albeit a confused and misguided one). What I mean to say is, I watched too many old Westerns as a kid, and I somehow latched on to the concept of the peace pipe. (This may have been the unavoidable result of birth while viewing The Lone Ranger.) Thus, I only smoke on specific ceremonial occasions.
[Dear God, I am Peter Pan.]
This is the third time I've smoked with Thomas.
The reason this is astounding is that I smoke once with any given person to commemorate a certain level and depth of relationship. In one special case, Rory, I shared a bowl more than once because of our three different relationships - friend, lover, and director. With everyone else, it's been once.
Once with Jessie & Giselle, two friends from GW,
Once with my Uncle Rex,
Once with my cousin Scarlett,
Once with Val, although she was not smoking,
Once with Turtle, although she just drank,
Once with DeliaMavis, who were playing one character,
and with Chad it was both of us and hamburgers.
[REL has been postponed by distance.]
It's worthy of noting that just because someone's present doesn't mean I'm smoking with them, or even that they're smoking. (Or even that I'm smoking, but that's only because of the Chad exception. Also, Turtle historically held the joint until she felt properly illicit.)
Any of the people on this list I would take a bullet for without hesitating. That's not to say there aren't others I'd die for, but it does mean there's no one not on the list for whom I'd take a prison rap. Interestingly, I haven't talked to Jessie & Giselle for two years, nor did I spend that much time with them before - but the vibe is the same.
Thus the fact that I've smoked a third time with Thomas means that he's the only person I've had to forge that bond with more than once. I could say it's his third iteration, but it's always the same connection, the same soul. It's more as though he has sometimes dropped from my plane, displacing the link without quite breaking it. This time, I believe, will be the last - three is too powerful a number.
While I was making the list, Patrick's absense began to upset me. Then I realized - with him it was the party the first time we met. I pulled him out of a crowd and drank 'til I could barely stand.
I don't think I knew his name, and I would have died for him.
Crazy.
I just smoked some amazing pot.
[Aparently, in my haste to write literature, I did not get the Hunter Thompson out of my system.]
I mention this not to document the incredibly potent and altogether high general quality of this particular sprig of green leaves, but rather because I regard this act as a profound spiritual ritual - like fasting, or meditation. That sentence makes me sound like an exceptionally pompous diciple of Dr. Leary, (albeit a confused and misguided one). What I mean to say is, I watched too many old Westerns as a kid, and I somehow latched on to the concept of the peace pipe. (This may have been the unavoidable result of birth while viewing The Lone Ranger.) Thus, I only smoke on specific ceremonial occasions.
[Dear God, I am Peter Pan.]
This is the third time I've smoked with Thomas.
The reason this is astounding is that I smoke once with any given person to commemorate a certain level and depth of relationship. In one special case, Rory, I shared a bowl more than once because of our three different relationships - friend, lover, and director. With everyone else, it's been once.
Once with Jessie & Giselle, two friends from GW,
Once with my Uncle Rex,
Once with my cousin Scarlett,
Once with Val, although she was not smoking,
Once with Turtle, although she just drank,
Once with DeliaMavis, who were playing one character,
and with Chad it was both of us and hamburgers.
[REL has been postponed by distance.]
It's worthy of noting that just because someone's present doesn't mean I'm smoking with them, or even that they're smoking. (Or even that I'm smoking, but that's only because of the Chad exception. Also, Turtle historically held the joint until she felt properly illicit.)
Any of the people on this list I would take a bullet for without hesitating. That's not to say there aren't others I'd die for, but it does mean there's no one not on the list for whom I'd take a prison rap. Interestingly, I haven't talked to Jessie & Giselle for two years, nor did I spend that much time with them before - but the vibe is the same.
Thus the fact that I've smoked a third time with Thomas means that he's the only person I've had to forge that bond with more than once. I could say it's his third iteration, but it's always the same connection, the same soul. It's more as though he has sometimes dropped from my plane, displacing the link without quite breaking it. This time, I believe, will be the last - three is too powerful a number.
While I was making the list, Patrick's absense began to upset me. Then I realized - with him it was the party the first time we met. I pulled him out of a crowd and drank 'til I could barely stand.
I don't think I knew his name, and I would have died for him.
Crazy.
