Another day, another lost dollar.

[Gangster_101]

I walk out my house and immidiently feel the sun beating down on me, as if there was a giant spyglass in the sky I couldent see. It was realitivly quite, as it always is in the mid morning. The only reasion Im up now is because my mom decided to make breakfast, and Im not going to miss pancakes and ham. She left an hour ago for work, and wont be back untill 8. I just happen to have 30 bucks left from when I worked the other day, and it was my last 30 dollars. I had to make sure this money was going to be saved, and not spent on weed and other desirable things. This money was going to be put in the bank now, because I knew sooner or later, my money would find a nice home in somebody elses pocket, and all I be left with at the end of the day would be an empty bag and the munchies. I was then at that moment determined to make sure I dident spend this money on cheap thrills, and make sure it made a safe voyage to the bank where it belonged, with the rest of my imprisoned dollar bills. I steped off my porch and headed toward bank. I walked down the same familiar streets, with all the same familiar buildings and stores. I thought to myself

"This walk down the same streets to the same places becomes more and more undisirable."

I reach the end of the curb and had to stop, waiting for the oncoming traffic to end.

"If I had a car, I could of been to the bank and back allready, sitting at home, smoking a blunt."

The traffic slows down enough to walk, so I procedd acorss the street. I walk a few more blocks and feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I dig around for my phone and sigh when I see who's calling. Its Mike, my dealer/smoking buddy/pain in the ass. I fliped open the phone and answer it.

"Yo"

"Yo Joe, whats good."

"Aint sh*t jus walking down to the bank, what you up to."

"Getting ready to fight some bull."

"Yea, who you fighting"

"Some kid named John, I heard he was talking sh*t so when I talked to him on the phone the other day I asked if he had a problem, and he got cokcy wit me so I fliped. I told him to come down my way if he had a problem, he hung up the phone, so now Im waiting for the bull to show up."

I looked acorss the street and saw the bank. I was only a few yards away. I could even see the lettering on the doors. 'Commerce Bank'. Then I looked down the street I was on and seen Mike's house, the side of it anyway.

"Yo Im gonna be up there in a minute, you outside now?"

"Yea man I told you I was waitng for the dude"

"Ight"

I hung up the phone and remorsefully started walking towards Mike's. I knew what was going to happen. The kid would show up with one of his buddies, one of his bigger and stronger buddies. Then somehow or someway Id end up fighting the friend and Mike wont even fight at all. But that isent what Im worried about. After we fight, weather I beat his ass or he beat's mine, Ill go inside Mikes and smoke a blunt. And once I smoke that blunt Ill want to get high later, and end up spending my 30 bucks on weed. Then Ill go back home, smoke it all in a day, and be left with an empty bag and the munchies. My sole mission, the only reasion I left the house, was to put this money away so I dident spend it. Now the whole reasion I left will be the reasion Im going to spend the money, and feel like an asshole later. Thats why Im woried, and thats why Im not looking foward to this walk. Again I reach the curb and I have to wait for a few cars to pass.

"The same walk, the same talk, the same ultimate ending. My lifes is so repetitive it could be writtin into a short story."

The cars passed and I countinue my path to certain expectations. As I approch the front yard I seen Mike sitting outside smoking a ciggerate. I approch him and we great each other with a formal greeting.

"Ayo"

"What up Joe"

I was about to ask if he seen Tony when I seen his posture change into attack mode as he stood up. I looked over my shoulder and seen a blue sedan with plastic rims pull up on the curb. The door openend and a goofy lookign kid in a State Property Shirt and sweat pants steped out. Immidiently he and Mike squared off. Mike threw the first punch, which landed and made the other kid stumble. Mike charged with fist of fury but the goofy kid took quick defensive actions and feel to the ground. I started to laugh as did Mike, and at the point dident see the point in the fight anymore. The kid got to his feet and started to swing at Mike, but Mike just stood there laughing, diping every punch thrown. After a few more seconds of laughter, Mike looked unamused and threw a devistaing punch to the nose, knocking the kid down to the pavement. He shuffled to his feet and bolted back to the car. As he shut the door he yelled 'You beter watch your back' and slamed the door. The car took off as me and Mike burst into another uncontrolable set of shouts of laughter.

"Man, he busted his ass on your pavement. I think I can see his buttchecks imprinted right over there."

There was more laughter.

"Yea, his friend must of been more of a pussy then he was. He dident even get out of the car, HAHA!"

We stared walking back towards his steps and sat down. I started to think to myself again. I dident even have to fight anyone. The kid Mike fought was a complet bitch, and I dident even have to figth anyone. I gusse sometimes things dont always go the way you anticipated, no matter how sure you are about something. Mike got up and started for the door.

"Hey Im gonna get a Pepsi, you want one?"

"Yea grab me one"

He walked inside and shut the door. I felt more relxed and zoned out at the sky. It was really bright, but in the distance cloud were coming. I just noticed how close they were. It looked as if it were going to rain. The more I stared the more I coulent believe how much of a contrast the sky was in, and how dark it was towards the clouds. The door opened and Mike sat down. I countinued to stare at the sky, still in amazment of how fast it was changing. Just then, it hit me like a fish. It hit me like the smell of fish. The smell crawled up my nostirls like a serpant and imidiently got my attention. It was the smell of that sticky icky, strairberry blunt. Mike took a hit and started to cough, and extened his hand towards me, the blunt between his pointer and thumb.

"Just got this sh*t today, new guy....Im telling you this sh*t will get you higher then the clouds man."

I looked at the blunt out of the corner of my eye, and took another wiff of its temptations. It was free weed. I cant turn down anythign if its free, ecspecialy weed. And after all, he said it was good sh*t. Mike is never wrong when it comes to weed. If he says its the best hes got, then its the best he's got. Mike took another hit, thinking I hadent seen the blunt, and slowly passed the blunt back into my direction. I reached over and took the blunt with caution, as if I were handing nuclear waste. I slowly put the blunt to my lips, and inhaled the smoke. I could feel the smoke flowing through my lungs, dancing in circles, and then rising back out of me like an unwanted breath of air. I leaned back agent the wall and took another hit, this time holding it in for a little longer. We sat there for another 5 minetus and finished the blunt. Mike flicked the roach into his yard and stood back up.

"I got a fat sack of that sh*t inside if you trying to cop some. I got a real good deal so Ill hook you up with a half for 30. Damn! Its as if he KNEW how much money I had, and that I dident want to part with it. What a coincident I sudenly though. Its as if it were ment to be. I had a nice high going on, and I dident want to lose it. The weed was talking for me now, all responsibility and common sense was now distant to me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the 30 dollar bill.

"Yea, you got any blunts?"

"Yea man ill hook you up with a couple phillies"

He walked back inside and almost instanly walked back out, as if someone was waiting at the door to hand him the blunts and weed. I stood up and took the bag and cigars, and quicky slid them into my back pocket.

"Ight man Im start walking home, you trying to come by my way and blaze?"

"Nah man I gotta stay here, my moms droping off my lil bro in a lil but and I gotta watch him. Ill hit you around 9 when she gets back"

"Ight man, Peace"

I started walking back home, half ashamed and half in a rush to get home. By the time I was a few blocks away from my house, my high was almost compltly gone. When I opend the door to my house a breeze of crisp air hit my face, and I sighed in relif. I walked up the steps and walked into my room. I turned on my sterio and poped in a SkyZoo Mixtape, Corner Store Classics, reached into my back pocket and threw the weed and blunts on my desk, and sat down. I looked over at the clock, 2:47. I opened my bag and smelt that sweet smell of bliss. I took out a few big buds and broke them up, seperateing the seeds and stems. I pulled up my trash can and unwraped one of the philles, licked it, cracked it, and rolled it up. I made the final touches on my blunt, and put it behind my ear. I started to get up, when my door opend. My jaw droped at the sight of my mom walking into the room, droping her bags on the floor.

"Are you serious!?"

"No Its just a joke"

I tried to make light of the situation, but I could tell it wasent working by the look on her face. She walked over to the desk and saw the bag of weed and blunts, along with the one behind my ear. She yanked it from behind my ear along with the bag and the blunts. She snaped the blunt in half and threw it out the window. The she ran out of the room and shut the door. I sat back down in my chair, staring at the wall. I wouldent of been so mad if she just caught em smoking. Thay was id still have the weed and another blunt. Even if she found my bag and I still had the blunt behind my ear, it was somethign to show, something left from that 30 dollars. Then I heard the sound of my toilet flushing and more stomping around the house. I got up and layed down on my bed. I heard the rain drops hiting my roof, and at that instant it started to pour. I looked back up at the celling with a contemptive stare. Not only did I lose my money to weed and desirables, I dont even have a bag or the munchies to show.

[Mongo_Slade]

This is poor writing.

 

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