Ok, here goes.... Let's make this as special as it should be. Marie is the love of my life, or is she? Maybe there's some other woman, or maybe this story ends in a fucked up way. I don't want to spoil it. And who really knows what the future holds???
End of summer 2017
It was the end of the summer and I had returned to Asheville , North Carolina . It was August and within a few weeks I had made a a good friend "Gary". He was a 58 year old guy that was always scattered and dropping his belongings. I was homeless and so was Gary , so we became quick friends. Gary gets a check every month and also supplemented his income by other ventures , some were illegal and dangerous, and some were just outright crazy. Gary's family actually comes from old money, olde Canadian money ( that's where his parents are from) . Gary was born in Florida like me, another reason we hit it off so well. Two Florida crackers together , oh yeah, we can make some shit happen. I love Gary like a brother, but There's times Gary would embarrass me, say shit to me, and even get mad about those fucking dopewhores that were always in the picture. But all in all , without Gary , I would have never met this woman named Marie who I love so dearly. And I wouldn't have learned how to make the shit. It's kind of like a blessing and a curse, Learning that, I have seen a lot of things go wrong, people get strung out, die, fires and explosions, and then there's the police, and they fry your ass if they catch you with even a few of the ingredients, or stuff needed. This story is not about glorifying drugs, nor is it teaching any one how to make "GO". This story is for entertainment purposes only.- DISCLAIMER-
Gary and I had become pretty close friends, I would watch the camp while he would go to town. This was so no one would steal our valuable belongings and such. We had been making some medicine and were pretty popular amongst the local "pilfering gangs" . One Sunday on a crisp October day, I stayed and watched over the camp. I honestly was not looking for anyone to fall in love with. I guess that's how God works. One minute , I was happily eating cereal , and shortly thereafter, I was to be blinded by love. So..... I had been eating some lucky charms cereal that day in the tent. And managed to spill a few of the magical marshmallows. What happens next is truly magical.