Don't do hydro in the parking lot, Complete
October 2010.
Lynn and I are blaring 1990s music on our way to West Georgia with intent of crashing the Halloween party there. Robby and Shag are in the background. Michael opted not to go to this party.
“Come on, Lynn. Pretty Lights.” Shag says, taking a toke from the massive blunt Robby just rolled in the dark.
“Hold on a second. One more song.” Lynn says, slightly swerving a little as she tries to maneuverer her I-POD touch while driving. I’m simply glad the West Georgia is not far away.
She picks a song and turns the volume up on her 1996 Dx piece of shit. Her parents bought her a beautiful car that she totaled. So she gets to drive this.
Brittany Spears explodes from the speakers. “Oops, I Did it Again.”
I laugh and pretend not to notice as Lynn fucks up her driving. I’m too stoned to care and I reason with myself that I am not afraid to die.
We pull into a parking lot (Shag needs a mixer for the handle of vodka he’s got).Robby gets out. I go to get out of the car but Lynn stops me.
“Hold up. I got something for us.”
“What is it?” I ask, sitting back down.
She pulls two pills out of her cigarette box.
“It’s a hyrdocodone!” She says and smiles.
For once, Lynn got the drugs and not me.
“Fuck yes!” I say. We take the pills in the celophane from our cigarette boxes and crush them quickly. Lynn hands me a dollar and I snort them from the dash. Lynn is about to do the same, when I see a black figure walking toward us.
“Shit, Lynn. It’s a cop.”
The cop continues to progress towards us and Lynn, instead of tossing the powder, dips her head closer to the Bio book we’re using and snorts faster. It’s better to have it in your system than on your person, but still.
Lynn rubs her nose and I can only imagine the amount of pill particle stuck in her nose ring.
I think for the one billionth time since I met Lynn that I wish I hadn’t.
She tosses her red hair back. She is a mix of fake tan, fake hair, piercings and poorly chosen designer tattoos. She is also about to get me arrested, I am sure of it.
The cop is now very much paying attention to us. The car smells like weed, we could never pass a drug test, and I’m pretty sure he saw Lynn snort shit off the dash.
Then Shag comes out of the gas station, looking like a fool in his old man costume. He’s carrying apple juice and walking with a cane.
The cop gets so distracted by Shag’s look that he stops walking. Robby emerges in a zombie costume and opens the door for the police man. The cop looks from the two crazies to the station, and gives up on us.
“Fuck that was close.” I say as Shag and Robby get in the car.
“What was close?” Robby asks.
“Nothing. Miranda’s being stupid.” Lynn says. She shoots me a look that says “Shut up! I didn’t want to share with them.”
She turns around in the seat and snatches the bottle of juice from Shag.
She uncaps it and takes a drink.
“Come on, let’s go.”
And so we do. All fucked out of our brain.