party junkie

It wasn’t unknown that I’d be at every single party hosted in this town. It wasn’t also unknown that I would probably be passing a joint to some stupid sophomore or trying to count the cracks on the ceiling passed out high or drunk on the couch, or being completely wasted and making out with some random girl. However one thing was certain: everyone in St. Micheal knew who I was. I lived in a pretty junky apartment in the suburbs with my abusive uncle and his addict flings.

That day. Friday 19th June, I was at one of those usual parties at some rich bored dude’s house that my friend talked to me about. They were already passing a joint in circle. I took a drag and blew some smoke circles up in the dark night sky of the backyard of a fancy uptown house, when I felt like something passing in front of my eyes. It was the slender hand of a girl, quickly poking in the ring of smoke and breaking it. I looked around both stoned, confused and amused.