April 25th 1998: Nods
I have been on a heavy nod all night since I did a lot of dope with Janice. I have been constantly nodding in my chair while she is playing on the Internet. Though I can’t remember all of them the main nods from this evening, the ones that will remain locked in my mind are as follows:
While I was literally sleeping facedown, this kid from school, Brendan and Janice were at my place. Janice had come there to work out in some gym that had magically appeared in my bedroom. She was now ready to leave, she said “goodbye” to Brendan and then hugged me, now, me I didn’t want her to go so as I was lying facedown I was asked her not to leave. Eventually convinced me that she had to go. As I was turning around and wish her goodbye, in reality I woke up, and said “goodbye” but no one was there
This deep nod moves onto one of those stalls along Haiphong Road, one those that sells cheap clothes, these two girls from school, Awon and Emily are looking at this cute pink cardigan, Emily, deciding whether or not to buy it. Along comes Janice and she sees Emily holding this pink fuzzy number. She flips out, she gets extremely excited, almost ecstatic over this cardigan, and she wants it bad. At this point, Emily, Awon and Janice start arguing over who saw it first, the argument escalating into a full on Skinemax style catfight… I can’t remember who won.
The last of my little adventures, at least the last one I can remember that has some sort of linear progression involves Jaymz, Mike Yoo and a Frenchman. The Frenchman comes up to Jaymz and asks him for a lighter. The Frenchman takes out his exotic pack of French cigarettes, which as dull as it sounds, the French word for cigarette is cigarette… how anticlimactic. Anyway, where was I? oh yeah, Frenchie takes out his pack of smokes, which just so happen to be a toy. It shoots rockets and moves along on these wheels. Treads I think they’re called, you know, like tanks have?
When James says he has no lighter, the Frenchman turns to Mikey and asks if he has a lighter. In turn Mikey takes out a huge lighter, too big to ever conceivably fit into his pants, no matter what skate board shop he bought them at. Mike’s ginormous lighter also substitutes as a toy, it has all these extensions and add-ons like arms that shoot rockets and legs that turn into some sort of roller skate as it folds over to look like some sort of mechanical cockroach.
Mikey lights the Frenchman’s smoke, or fume for the Francophiles among us. Frenchie slicks back his long, greasy hair and primps his tiny little mustache and walks away.
I know my description of these heroin induced “dreams” are quite incomprehensible but it’s hard for me, cut me some slack, I was high.