Post by Jim Caedus on Jan 4, 2022 23:51:55 GMT -5
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A 22 year old white guy sits on the closed toilet seat in an incredibly confining and filthy bathroom that hasn't seen cleaning since the upkeep went kaput. A small off-brand boombox CD player blasts-
-from the rim of the bathtub upon which sits one of the residents (a slightly younger, effeminate light skinned black male) of the approximately five hundred square foot claustrophobic 2 bed 1 bathroom section 8 back house overrun with cockroaches currently serving as home for four and within which the two are now hiding away in the shitter.
No pun intended as the effeminate male very carefully taps two oblong crystals free from a tiny ten sack into the stem of the pookie in his other hand, the miniscule chunks faintly clinking in the bowl at the end. He then slides the dime back into his pocket and snatches up his lighter- not a Bic mind you, a cheap red King lighter, the ones with which you can manipulate the amount of flammable gas released for itty bitty flames -slides the gas valve to the right and lights a medium flame he hovers beneath the bowl far enough away to maintain heat but not allow the actual fire to make contact. Because as anyone who ever smoked meth knows, touching flame to bowl burns the product post change.
Quickly the crystals melt and coalesce into a colorless liquid. At this point the effeminate male starts rolling the pookie stem- and thereby the liquid in the bowl -between his index and thumb, side to side as the melted glass begins to emit a thick, white cloud quickly filling the bowl. He blows a small amount of air into the stem, expelling a small amount of smoke free from the bowl mouth, adjusts the flame to lowest, places his lips on the end of the stem- still rolling the pookie -and begins drawing the vapor into his lungs.
He pulls the stem away from his mouth, not bothering to wipe it free of any saliva, and holds it out to the white guy. Not to control, but to take a hit while the effeminate male continues rolling the bowl while faintly waving the low flame around below it. He exhales a MASSIVE and solid white cloud.
The white guy flinches slightly, using his own fingers to wipe the end of the stem off before leaning in to take a pull of his own...of course, he feels a bit gipped when what he exhales a moment later looks less substantial than the effeminate male's, considering the latter definitively shorted him out of parasitic greed. It wasn't his cash that bought the dime.
The effeminate male finishes his second hit, blows it out, then leans forward to place the pookie onto a folded blue bandana- the white male's blue bandana in fact -laying on the side of the sink, slowly moving the bowl around the material as the liquid cools to recrystallize as a solid, opaque white.
Whoa, what about my hit?
"Damn n*gga, calm down, you don't wanna burn it up." The white guy grits his teeth silently as the effeminate male starts dancing to the music from his seated position. "Love this song my n*gga. 'Ey did I tell you Darnell hit me up again?"
Oh yeah? He isn't even half interested.
"I didn't think I'd evuh evuh evuh see 'im again after last time but he wanna come by later. I'm gonna suck that man dick til he can't stand no mo'."
The white guy doesn't really know how to respond to that so he offers a simple, Nice.. The effeminate male suddenly plucks the pookie back up and begins to heat the solid mass in the bowl. I can do that, man. He reaches for the pookie only to have the effeminate male jerk it away and continue warming the solid back into a liquid.
"You burn it, let me do it." He proceed to take a hit, much to the white guy's utter incredulity.
Still with an intensely angry frown when the effeminate male holds the pookie out stem first to him again, the white guy takes a hit, harder this time to ensure he makes up for this asshole skipping him. When he exhales, hilariously enough, the amount is more or less the amount the effeminate male has exhaled each time.
The anger attributed to the situation suddenly transforms to something else, however, as an overwhelming sensation of happiness and an endless well of energy washes over the white guy. His frown legit flips upside down and he smiles.
Sure, he still knows the effeminate male is going to do everything he can in shady fashion to get over on him and his misplaced trust...but he isn't going to let that spoil his good time. He'd be on guard now, take his own opportunities when presented and no matter what, he was going to enjoy himself.
It was like a game. A game, for the time being, he didn't mind playing.
Considering of course he wouldn't allow himself to lose.
Or he'd die trying.