  Last night there were two significant developments in my world. 1) I had some very bad drugs and 2)Anna D. lost her virginity to a foreign exchange student from France. We were at Anna D’s house, making tea and watching Now and Then. The idea of going to a midnight movie high was my idea, I’ll admit. My brother drove us to Corbin, were he opted not to smoke the stash I bought through him. The very first inhale killed me.
It was acidic and scratched my lungs and throat like pot never does. We smoked one bowl, one single solitary bowl, and were high within two minuets. Suddenly everything was repeating itself. I couldn’t say more than three words at a time, “How far. Are we. A-.
Away?” We were going in circles and I kept seeing the same houses and hills. At the same time, I knew that I was high and was trying to keep myself in check. I kept feeling like I had just woken up and couldn’t remember if I was in a dream or not. We were outside the theatre and suddenly everyone sounded really, really loud. I was warm around my knees and my earrings were really heavy. I couldn’t pay for the tickets because I couldn’t catch things in my hand, so Robin bought them.
Inside was the worst. Fight Club is already kind of a trippy movie (the moments were he is in the cave with a penguin and the sex “dreams”) but with surround sound and a gigantic screen, it’s downright scary. Every now and then the dialogue would just sound like running water. Robin and Anna D. were in bad shape too. Robin was trying desperately to sit cross-legged in the theatre seat, to no avail. Anna D. was cracking her knuckles and twisting her rings over and over.
My attempt to look nonchalant was probably as inconspicuous as the Wayans brothers dressed as White Chicks. I rested my chin on clenched fist, but my head seemed unusually heavy so my hand kept slipping from under it. I’m still not sure what exactly was in my pot. It could have been laced with acid. Maybe shrooms? I have no clue if that’s even possible.
Something was different about it, that’s for sure. Whatever it was, I woke up with the worst headache ever. ------------------------------------ Anna D. losing it isn’t a huge deal to her, but a fantastically interesting event for me. I was in for all the details, enlightening or disappointing. It seems to me like she definitely had a good circumstance. French Boy is clean, polite, French, and smart.
He’s good-looking too. French Boy and Anna D. have been randomly making out for the last few months, and I guess this was the culmination of their lust affair. He’s returning home (did I mention he lives in France? ) in ten days. Affectionately… Anna 
