Mushroom Sex 2/11
“It’s gonna blow your mind,” he said. “New York. Man. I’m so jealous. It’s gonna change your life.”
He winked at me as set his Corona in the cup holder and dug out his cigarettes and a stash of weed. I sipped my beer and nudged the other four still in the cardboard six-pack on the floor with an antsy foot.
“I know,” I said. “I can’t wait to get away from my fucking parents.”
He rolled down his window and emptied the tobacco from a Marlboro red onto the pavement outside. Removing the filter, he set about making a pathetic joint with the cigarette paper, dropping tiny green pinches into the white tube.
“It’s gonna be crazy,” he told me. “You’re gonna meet all kinds of people. And there are gonna be so many drugs.”
His fingers paused mid-twist and he stared right at me. His muscular body was tense; his blue eyes traded their usual jovial light for a moment of sincerity.
“Try them all,” he said. “Cocaine, acid… Man, acid is so fun.”
He laughed, his head of dark hair tilted back and his eyes lost in a distant memory.
“Heroin,” he continued. “Heroin is the best feeling in the world. Better than sex. You gotta try it. But don’t ever shoot it – that’s like signing a death sentence. Smoke it.”
He locked eyes with me and held out his pinky.
“Promise me you won’t shoot heroin.”
I hooked my pinky in his.
“I promise.”
He smiled wide and took his hand from mine, looking down as he ran his fingers over the joint. I watched his hands and pulled my fingers through the red hair brushing my shoulders.
“Oh, and mushrooms. I’ve never done mushrooms, but I want to. Have you?”
“No...”
“From what I’ve heard, they sound like a blast. Sorta like acid only they’re natural so they’re more chill... We should get some sometime.” He was laughing. “Hey,” he said, catching my eye, one quizzical eyebrow raised. “Do you know anyone that can get us some?”
