Marijuana And Scrabble
Barista. Mom and Pa. Wicked brownies and iced teas. Played Scrabble, with my mom putting in her wit everywhere, and cracking the lamest of jokes.
” I need an open L..” I said while I stared at the board and my available letters.
” Here, there’s one in the box.” Typical mom.
Then she looks everywhere and can’t find a word. She points at the blank letter on the board. “Can I just pretend that this is a T?”
On the walk along the Southern Avenue later this evening, I was just ambling along the path and stumbled across what I thought was a marijuana leaf. I stuck it in my pocket and tried sniffing it too. Zach says, “Crush it, roll it, smoke it.”
Alas, it might have well turned out be poison ivy for all I know. Because google images showed a different array of marijuana leaves altogether and there went my new found excitement.
Ezz and me just pretended to sword fight with her drumsticks after that and then she just got all annoyed. After which we imitated the “Marijuana Kills… BOOM!” advertisement from Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. Hilariously lame.
Me: “Look, I found a marijuana leaf!”
Ezra(@me): “Look, I found a freak!”
I have no choice, I have to live with her.
x EdgyShark x