So here we are. The fun has begun.

We each grab a beer and begin drinking, talking, and whatnot. The girls take their ecstasy pills and wait for the effects to sink in. I on the other hand have been waiting for over an hour now and nothing. Musi tells me that he thinks I got ripped off. Ripped off by my own best friend. I can’t believe he would do that to me; then again, it was $55. With that sort of money he could get himself a nice sack and smoke himself retarded for days on end.

We continue drinking and talking when Parisi notices the car from before on the other end of the school. There’s no doubt in any of their minds now, it’s defiantly that girl’s ex-boyfriend. We all stand there silently just staring at it, waiting for something to happen. At least that’s what I was thinking, everyone else was pretty much sloshed, they might have been just staring blankly for all I knew.

The car drove away and we continued our little party.

The girls are now feeling the ecstasy and wont stop talking and laughing. One of them spills their drink on her breasts and Phil licks it off her. We all laugh.

Bruce decides now is the perfect time to roll a blunt. I throw in my small amount so I can get in. He feels bad for me that I’m not experiencing the trip. They all tell me to kick the guy’s ass who sold it to me. How can I beat up Lupo I tell them. Obviously Lupo wouldn’t do this on purpose, not to me at least they say. Whatever I tell them and Bruce goes back to rolling.

While Bruce is making the blunt Parisi takes out a small bag full of white powder from his pocket. He sits down and carefully puts the coke onto his learners permit, making sure none spills. I just stare at him while he’s doing this, just standing there and drinking my beer.

Bruce finishes making what is now referred to as the greatest blunt ever. He passes it around to everyone showing off how fat and tightly rolled it is. It looks just like a regular cigar, only it’s packed with the happy grass.

Bruce takes the blunt back and begins to smoke, we all gather around for the “puff puff pass” routine.

We all get a turn and the blunt is not even halfway done.

Then, the cops rolled up……