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Sex in the Boondocks

After that night, I didn’t see Brandon for about a month. And then one day I was on my way home from work and he was just wondering the main drag in our small town. I pulled my truck over and offered him a ride. I was in no hurry to go anywhere. He hopped in my pickup and kissed me on the cheek. He was on his way to a friend’s house, but wanted to talk to me for a little while so we just drove around town.

It was over between him and his fiancé. She was in school at the college about 45 minutes away, but they never saw each other. He said she flipped out on him when he called her the last time because he hadn’t called her in over a month and a half and she wanted a real relationship. Brandon couldn’t comprehend this because she never called him either. I tried to reason with him that it was probably her waiting to see how long it would take him to call her. He refused to believe me. Doesn’t matter. All I knew was now he was mine! I dropped him off at his friend’s house and headed back to the farm.

A few days later I was working at the video store again. I was having an awful day. Looking back on it, I don’t remember why. All I knew was I needed SOMETHING to take the tension off. Pretty much everybody I knew was either a complete pot head or at the very least had tried pot. Except me. I decided to give it a try to see what it was like. I sent my friend Sam a text message asking her if she would show me how. Almost immediately I got a phone call from her. She said that she was going to pick some up that night with a bunch of her guy friends and said I could come with and they would show me how in addition to clam baking in the car. So 10 PM rolls around and she picks me up in her Blazer loaded with guys. In this car that would normally fit 5 people, we fit 10. We stopped at a gas station before heading out of town to get something to drink for our throats. Gatorade was my drink of choice. We took the back roads all the way there because the cops were cutting down on drugs really bad at that particular time. The boys in the back loaded up the bowl and handed it to me. I inhaled as long and as deep as I could. They thought I wasn’t doing it right because they knew this was my first time and thought I would have started coughing by then. Nope. I just have big lungs. Finally my throat started burning and I had to stop and cough. I felt like I was going to throw up and my throat was BURNING! I didn’t feel high at all. I was mad. Everybody made it out to be just this awesome thing. I thought it was ridiculously over-rated. So I popped a Xanax. Of course. Xanax fixes everything. THEN I was flying.

Of the 8 guys in the car, there was one that caught my eye. Dustin was really hot. He had short brown hair that he gelled all messy and had a 5 o’clock shadow. I usually do not like facial hair, but he definitely pulled it off. We flirted the whole way to Willy’s where we picked up about a pound of weed. Everyone but me continued to light up, but my throat still hurt and I was getting an even better effect from taking one tiny pill. It was about midnight so we headed to Taco Bell. Apparently, that’s the place to go when you are high. However, when we got there it was closed. So Hardee’s it was. Curly fries at midnight when you are high kicks ass. Well, curly fries kick ass all the time but still. We munched all the way home. When we piled out of the car, we must have looked like a bunch of clowns getting out of the clown car. Or Mexicans. Whatever. (Miss N that’s for you! LOL) Dustin and I eye fucked as he got into his Camaro. I stayed in the Blazer and rode with Sam back to her house. I was still flying. I contemplated whether it was from the pot, the Xanax or a combination. Probably just the Xanax. Either way I passed out on Sam’s couch. I decided I didn’t like the pot because it took too much effort for very little results and it made my throat hurt like hell. Popping a pill was way easier. I have a script for them so it is legal for me to take them and I don’t get the bad side effects I got from Pot. That was basically the point where I decided that pills were the way to go to escape from life.