Dinner and a Movie, Minus the Dinner but Breakfast Instead, and No Movie
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It was Sunday morning, New Years Day, 1995. I just survived a big party at my house on Saturday night, and was living on about three hours of sleep, but doing pretty well anyway. There were 9 people who stayed the night and helped clean up the next morning. I cooked breakfast for everyone, and we were all relaxing and chatting. One of the people that stayed was Jerry. The rest of the people were long time friends, the cream of my crop.
Jerry was a guy I met 3 months previously. He was extremely good looking, lived a playboy’s lifestyle, a little arrogant, suave, sometimes very sweet, and had a background that was entirely mysterious. We had spent a lot of time talking, getting to know each other and just basically hanging out over the last three months. I barely knew him.
After cleaning up, we all prepared to go to see the advance preview of “Pulp Fiction.” Jerry mentioned he was hoping I would go along. And smoke a joint with him before the movie. He had mentioned before that he had it, which piqued my interest. Jerry was an excessive social drinker, not a user. The funny thing is, I don’t really smoke pot much. I had smoked pot since I was 19, but in the past 5 years, I probably only smoked it 7 or 8 times. For some reason I felt this kind of self induced peer pressure to do it. Plus, it sounded like a funny way to see that particular movie, so I went along.
We agreed to meet everyone else at the theater, via separate limousine. Jerry and I were left at my house alone. After he made up my mind, I rushed to get ready as he waited in our limo. We then rushed over to his apartment, where he got ready.
As he was putting his face on, he handed me the joint saying, “It’s really top-shelf and very wicked. Go easy, maybe half a drag to start.”
The first puff was smooth. Like a baby’s breath. So I took 2 or 3 more good healthy tokes off the joint, and put it out.
Jerry again mentioned this was very potent stuff and he didn’t want to smoke it till we got to the theater, because he didn’t like to ride in that condition.
The pot hit me right away. I instantly felt high, something that never happened before. Usually it took 5 or 10 minutes for it to begin creeping in. I told Jerry how high I was.
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