April 20, 2016

Brownie Virgin

the-only-pot-brownie-recipe-you-ll-ever-needK and S lived just a house down

convenient on nights of PBR and bong hits

a straight distance without a turn

I never got lost

my only worry if the parents were up

most nights getting tanked

going home

they would know I delved a bit deeper

deeper than the occasional beer


this night would be different

some pot yes but in a different way

a reprieve from the good ole PBR

any recreational drug use was always welcome

didn’t matter how just when

no worries

I could always find my way home

I trusted them

they were friends

tonight they will be assholes

I, the unsuspecting virgin

a newbie in many ways

my professional career kicked off only 1 year prior

I would become seasoned soon enough through happy faced acid trips

smoking this and that

and an occasional snort

getting ripped of twenties

here and there

cause shit was cut too much


still in infantile stages this night

K and S plan to initiate my naïve drug using ass

they leave out details


they omit a very important detail

S is letting brownies cool on the stove

tonight we eat, we’ll smoke another day

they come out just right

browned flakiness on the outside

chewy warmth within

flecked with green gold

it is eaten quickly


I wait 5 minutes, nothing

5 more, nothing

ok, a few more

and nothing

man, it’s not kicking in

I wait for a response from either one of them

they smack away

they shrug

fuck it, one more

this one is practically inhaled

if I eat faster it should kick in faster


fucking nothing

more hurry up and wait bullshit

fucking nothing


they still say very little

I go all in

I stuff two into my mouth

its melty and soft

a crumbly gooey mass

sticks to my teeth

I’m sure my smile can’t be too pretty

I won’t smile

I’ll concentrate on the high

god damn it, nothing


I tell K and S I’m just going to head home

they nod and smile

only one house down

and nothing

what a waste

my legs go numb

out of nowhere it smacks me in the gut

my eyes gloss in delight

my staggered walk is welcomed

I only have a few yards

I’m fucked up

hunger overcomes me

I’m on a mission

I have a stash of the good stuff

stashed it in the back of the pantry

with evil delight and spittle upon my lips

I reach the door in hurried pace

I am a rabid dog after those strawberry Pop Tarts

then maybe a couple of bowls of Fruity Pebbles

no, definitely a couple bowls of cereal

nachos sound good too







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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


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