We would get in my tiny little incinerator of a car, roll down the windows and breathe in deep. My left arm would tan as it weaves through the wind zooming past me down Algonkian. My best friend would be rollin’ a beauty. We’d park and go for a walk and preferably get lost for a couple of hours in the woods. We’d find something to be in awe of. We’d find our way back to my car, and we would have a picnic with fruit of every color. And we’d fall asleep with our skulls touching, transmitting brainwaves.
We’d get back in my car and blaze. Then we would sneak into someone’s pool in their backyard. We’d swim and the beads of water on our faces would evaporate into glorious sun-kissed freckles. We’d move into the basement. One of those really nice basements. You know what I’m talking about: the ones with enormous couches in the shape of L’s or U’s. And we could dim the lights and watch a movie until we zonked out.
And then we’d wake up and do it again the next day.