See on this night, I got caught by my students doing things I keep telling them not to do, and it was so much fun because they realised that behind this calm, collected exterior is a guy who is more human than they are. But that is besides the point. And quite frankly I don't see the point I was going to make when I wrote this paragraph so, moving along....
Laftaz was the scene. That yellow tape around the back directly opposite the loos. Strangely we did not mind, probably because we had decided to be chemists of sorts and herbalists and comics and lady's men and gentleman's girls if those are even words. Then enter the "GIRL".
You ever saw a girl who gets in and all she does is want to have fun. Well this girl was not one of those. All she wanted was to meet the guy who had the kush. Now do you ever get that feeling that you are being witch hunted and yet it was all just an innocent question? Well I did not get that feeling because all I wanted was to meet the girl. And when it happened it was magic.
We embraced like we had known each other for four years. then smoked weed like addicts and told each other stories that rarely made sense. And you know why? Because we did not really listen to the stories that kept slipping from our lips, we paid more attention to the stories that were being said in our eyes.
Nothing else really mattered at that point, well until the bouncer came in and busted us with the sacred herb. He threw us out and we were embarrassed to the pulp. I think that really mattered. I learnt something that day, that girl knew me and I knew her, but we were both too blind to eachother's actual persona that we just allowed this facade of the cool guy and girl to sweep us right out of reality. We were shit in real life without the meditation smoke.
I gave her my number, don't know why I didn't take hers. But one thing I know is I will await that call on my Salongo for another week and give up. Probably she caught on on the fact that her high made her see things or maybe get me a good android phone....she might have texted to my WhatsApp. Keeping all options open for her. Too much hope....it keeps us alive.
