Foreword

I got the idea as I was trying to quit drugs and smoking, I'm trying still. This story is about the 1970s era in which nearly everybody did drugs. This story contains heavy drugs use, and it does have a rather lengthy chart with cussing. It's my first attempt at Historical fiction, but I hope you enjoy. Leave a review, send me some feedback, and I promise to review you back--it's my garunteed. Enjoy.

"A good friend will come and bail you out of prison. But a true friend would be sitting next to you saying, 'damn man, we fucked up.'" -Unknown

The great stoned age

“Oh man, this time rocks. Let’s take a look it. At the moment Vietnam has pretty much gone from a horrible war to the biggest Heroin den in the world. Nearly every soldier there does Heroin. The Vietcong are winning because we’re so doped out, the Black Panthers are now bombing universities, and I guess now every white man is guilty just because they’re white. It’s pretty fucked up, I know. But I guess that doesn’t help us with atmosphere or anything, uh… Fuck… well; let me get down to earth for a bit. The 60s officially died at Altamount which we blame on the Rolling Stones, the Beatles have broken up—what a drag, Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin have turned into hits, half of the entertainment is stoner based, you can go get blitzed and see a Pink Floyd laser light show, nearly everybody smokes pot, in fact I’m so stoned right now I just completely forgot Nam ended last year, and the best part is the weed. Yes weed! Acapulco Gold, Ganja, reefer, hashish or hash for short, chiba-chiba, dope, grass, budder, bhang, charas, kief, or just marijuana if you’re not familiar. Ok, there was more stuff. Shrooms were pretty sweet too. But anyway, it was fall of 1976. The bicentennial celebration is over, things got better…”

Luke and Joe stood up in separate stalls inside the boy’s bathroom at the moment. Class was in session, so most likely the halls were clear. Joe pulled a metal tin from out of his back pocket while Luke looked around the place.

“Come on man, let’s light this one up.” Luke said with a somewhat burnt out voice.

“Just hold on, I haven’t even found the fucking thing yet.” Joe said back as he opened the tin. “Far out, here it is. For a second I thought I lost the thing.”

“Fuck man, I didn’t bring my lighter,” Luke blurted out as he groped around in his over shirt pockets, “fuck man. I don’t have a lighter. Quick man, rub some sticks together or something. I’m not going back sober.”

“I got one man, just chill the fuck out. Don’t cause a scene.”

Joe lifted up his zippo before flipping it open and lighting up a rather fat joint. The two smoked so much in their years that they would have to roll entire dime sacks into a paper if they wanted get a buzz. It wasn’t much to get them high for hours, but something to get them through the next class would be enough. After Joe got a good hit going, the joint caught a run as his face cringed from the smoke.

“Gotta run man, get it!” Joe said as he choked on the smoke.

There was no time for coughing; in fact he didn’t ever cough. Luke dabbed his finger on his tongue before rubbing it on the joint and then taking a good hit. Joe exhaled as soon as the spliff was passed back to him.

“Hey man, why are we standing on the toilets?” Joe asked before taking another hit.

“I don’t fuckin’ know man. It’s what everybody does.” Luke said after thinking about it.

“Fuck that man, I’m spacing out. I hate standing where people shit.”

“Dude, that was like a double pun.”

“A what?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know man, I just thought of something. Stand where people shit, I’ve gotta remember that one.”

The two stepped off the toilets before walking out into the middle of the bathroom where they passed the fatty back and forth. Joe was seemingly unsatisfied with this one, so he sat on the sink.

“I hate this stuff man.” Joe said as he pulled out his sack.

“You hate weed? How could you?” Luke asked.

“No man! No, I mean this stash we got now. It’s so weak.” Joe laughed. “Me hate weed? What the fuck was that all about?”

“I dunno anymore. I hate being sober.”

“I’m gonna roll another one, I wanna get stoned.”

“Oh man, I know a place we can go. We just gotta hope nobody spots us.” Luke said before cringing as the smoke entered his lungs.

“Where?”

“The janitor’s lounge. They smoke weed there all the fucking time. Do you think they’d turn us in if they caught us firing one up with them?”

“Dude, I don’t think we can. Man, I was supposed to be back a few minutes ago. Let’s just hurry up with this thing.” Joe said before taking it and taking a fat hit.

They got half way through the joint before Luke froze and looked around.

“Hey man, I think I finally caught China eye!” Luke exclaimed before taking a hit.

“Good. I can’t feel shit. Gimme a shotgun or something.” Joe said as he shook in anger.

Luke nodded before taking a hit, putting the fatty in his mouth, and clenching it in his teeth. He cupped his hands around his mouth while Joe leaned forwards and did the same with his hands. Next, he inhaled as hard as he could while Luke exhaled. A pure white dense cloud entered Joe’s lungs and made him keep hitting. As it burnt, he felt the high coming on until Luke ran out of breath. A small dense trail hovered up over them, which Luke quickly inhaled before taking another hit.

“Good shotgun?” Luke asked.

Joe held in the smoke for a good ten seconds and let it out, “I dunno what that was, but it was something! Man, I feel it! Fuck yeah! I’ve got some China eye going on.”

“Well let’s kill this thing. I gotta get going.”

“We still meeting at your house later?”

“Naw, my parents are gonna be having some guests over. Wanna go to the cabin? My dad finally gave me the keys to the place!”

“Oh really?” Joe asked before taking a hit.

“Fuck yeah man, it’s gonna be pretty fucking sweet. I might buy the place. Me and my band just gotta do a few more gigs and were set.”

“That’ll be pretty fucking cool. I wish we could go to my place, but my dad started painting it. Those fumes will bomb us out.”

“Yeah, I never really did dig sniffing paint.” Luke took a hit and started to talk with a scratchy voice as he held the smoke down. “My bass player’s gonna be with us. He wants to take us shroom hunting!”

“Far out!” Joe exclaimed before taking the final hit.

“Hey man, we gotta invent some new words or something. This is the 70s. A lot of people think were cool, so we need our own cool phrases.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah man. Come walkin’ with me.”

The two left the smoky bathroom before walking down the hallway a little glazed. They had so much fun doing what they did. Why stop them?

“Fuck man, we can come up with lots of words. How about, swigitty swag man.” Luke said quickly.

“Naw man, that’s too gay. Why not swag?” Luke asked.

“It’s too funky. Man, like everybody would use that. Dude, when need a word that only me and you could use and not sound gay using it.”

“A word… How about word? It’s simple. Nobody’s thought of it. And nobody will fucking get it! It’ll be the best word ever.”

“Word. Hey man, that does sound cool! We can’t overuse it though or soon everybody will pick up on it. Fuck man, that’s why we gotta be careful. I bet in twenty years everybody will use it and they won’t understand it probably.”

“Yeah man, word is so in. It’s like the Berlin wall man, it’s never coming down.”

“Fuck yeah man!” Luke exclaimed before giving him a high five.

“Meet me in the parking lot after school, we’ll just cruise at to the cabin.”

“Word.”

“Yeah!”

“This was our time. Its fall of ’76 like I said. Things just seemed to get a little different around here. I guess things were about to get a little different, I was about to meet Luke’s drummer who in fact was a bigger stoner than me.”