Clarence: A Story of Ludwick, Scag, and a lot of Other Drugs. pt2.
(If you haven’t read Part 1, go to the ‘Stories’ section and enjoy the ride from the beginning… see what I did there? I called it ride because this is a fiction on drugs.. Get it? 😉)
At Badely, Venn brought more pot to my room. Venn was good at nothing except giving bad advice, giving a heck of a bad speech, and rolling up a perfect blunt. For non drug users
Rolling a blunt is an art of creating a product containing marijuana by literally rolling the leaves into a paper (known as rizla).
The fool came to my room with like a sack of weed (obviously I’m stretching details) and told me “Look mate, we have only three hours to finish off this entire weed, and we aren’t wasting anything”. Well, with the awesome experience of highness I had the last time- Oh wait, I didn’t describe it to you last time.
What did I feel when I got high? It was glorious. I mean, my whole body was confused at first and I was all like ‘nothing is hitting me’, until it did. My whole system seemed to take a reboot, and I was reborn with a different feeling. My fucking legs began to shake, and my eyes began to shift images. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
Sorry, you expected a more comprehensive explanation, yeah? The thing about getting under the influence is that it is very difficult to explain the feeling. Honestly, I doubt there is anybody that can explain it to you, just like trying to explain what cold feels like to someone that has never been cold before. Well, I can only let you know that there is one way to know what getting high feels like, and that is by getting high.
Me and Venn almost finished the whole weed bag till I could barely see, and he was dancing around like a ballerina, and I was singing some classics I didn’t know earlier but just seemed to know because weed increases creativity, and it was just very beautiful, that moment, and I loved having myself in that moment.
You see, I would have told you Venn made me start taking drugs, but really, it wasn’t him, it was me. He set the machinery for everything though, and he was the plug. Honestly, ever since we got back to Badely, Venn wasn’t my best friend anymore, but became more like my drug friend. Anytime he showed up, he came with something new, (xanax, LSD, synthetics and more) and even if something in my heart would tell me “Nah fam, this is too potent”, I would go on to try out what he brought.
My first semester was shitty academically, and fuck, I wasn’t bothered one bit. I’ll tell you who else wasn’t bothered, Venn! The fucking bastard barely had a GPA, and he just said “It’s all good. I’ll get a degree at last, ain’t it?” and went to the bar to get drunk. I’ll tell you who was really bothered; my parents. My mother clearly didn’t like what she saw, and well, fuck that, I didn’t ask to be sent here at first, hell, I didn’t even ask to be born, so apparently they’ve made a lot of decisions in my life without my consent so fuck them. Fuck- I think… I think I’m high now.
The next semester, I met Julie, and I met codeine. Julie was a girl in my History class. My first time of going to History class with Venn sitting next to me and I saw her, and she just kept staring at me like she’s saying “I know you’re a crack head.” Or more like “I will steal your soul”, but she had the “I want you” eyes, and she was just staring, and staring, and didn’t stop. Shit made me fucking uncomfortable but I just pretended to focus on the teacher talking about some war about tea in the West Indies or Africa or something. I mean, listening to war about fucking tea seemed like a better option than looking at the girl who literally had her eyes on me for all the class. Eventually, she waved at me, and well, it’d have been all shades of fucked up if I didn’t wave back, so I did, and she looked confused like she was saying “Why are you waving back?”, and it was a state of awkwardness till Venn whispered to me “Bruv, She was waving at me”, and I melted with embarrassment and shame. Apparently, Julie was Venn’s friend (who he hoped to shag) and the both of them had been staring at each other throughout. Matter of fact, she wasn’t staring at me, and well, she wasn’t waving at me. I think all the drugs began to cloud my vision and visual perception because to God, I would’ve fucking sworn that bitch was staring at me. Venn didn’t stop laughing at me for days; fucking idiot. I think she felt very bad that she made me feel that way, and she got my number from Venn, called, apologised, and asked me out for coffee. If not that she had the “I want you” eyes, I’d have turned it down, but according to Venn, she’s good talk, and good shagging, so I guessed coffee wouldn’t be bad. I accepted.
Venn was right, she was great talk. She spoke about her childhood in Exeter, and how she never knew she’d go to the University, and how the whole thing is still knew to her. I told her about my own boring childhood in Chard, and funny enough I opened up to her about getting bullied because she told me a similar story. We talked till our coffee got cold and nobody drank it. After that, she suggested I buy pizza and we went to my room. Well, Venn was also right about the second part, she was good shagging. We tried out positions I’d never imagine myself doing, and positions I thought must have been discomforting from the pornos but which actually ended being fucking awesome. We shagged till our pizza got cold and nobody ate it. It was supposed to be apology shagging, and I believed she wanted to end it there, but she kept calling, and we kept talking, and something grew. Venn was already on to some Goth girl called Jezebel (real name is Jessica) so he was totally cool with me and Julie doing everything.
It wasn’t Venn that introduced me to codeine/lean/purple drank/sirzupp. Matter of fact, It was explained to me by a professor during a class. Obviously, he was talking about drugs, their effects, and consequences, but many of us went to the class to learn about new drugs to fuck with, and we did learn a lot. Apparently, cough syrup was all you needed, and some Sprite or any soda, and maybe some hard sweets for extra flavor, and boom, you have a beautiful mixture. Now, how did it feel?
FUCKING AWESOME! You see, lean does this; everything is going fast and fast at first, and you’re wondering when it’ll hit and you’re almost about to give up and say fuck it, and then before you say Union Jack, it slowwwwwwwwwwwsssss yoooooooouuuuuuu dooooooowwwwwwwn. Annnndddd yyyooooouuuu aaarrreeee juuuussstttt feeelllliiing sooooo sloooowww andddd fuuuucccckkkkiiinnnng awwwwweeeesssooooommmmeeee. It makes your heart beat slowly, and it comes with this beautiful weakness that holds your entire body into one piece yet in several broken pieces. Your eyes are also weak, but you’d want to leave them open to observe the slowness. And you’re just happy for no fucking reason. They call it Euphoria. At that priceless moment, you are just calm, and nothing can make you angry, or increase your heartbeat. It hits your face, and your ears, and you wish not to leave that state.