Growing up in a zero tolerance drug and alcohol environment,
didn’t prepare me much for living on my own in San Francisco. The introduction
to Mary-Jane practically started at beginning of my residence in the city. My
God its abundant here, grows like the grass on the futbol field. Then is all
different types; Bubble Indigo, Hindi kush, Granddaddy, Purple… and the list
goes on and on. What is more frightening is the potency of this plant, the
intensity of a high and sum up to a light buzz to practically enigmatically
orgasmic sensation.
The adventures with the wacko tobacco are hysterical and the
sex… my goodness!
Marijuana, like any drug or behavior should be taken in a balance. Smoking
should be, ”a have absolutely nothing,” or ”blow off a little
stress, activity. But like always when participating in a delinquent act, you
always end up participating with delinquent people. Individuals that are a lot
more intense on their smoking ritual, I am talking about pot-heads. People who
smoke more than breathe, individuals who always need to be in a constant fog.
That’s what happened when I met Katie, a southern peach from the Bible belt,
Dirty South, and the amazing state of South Carolina. Katie like listening to
Kevin Chesney, Tim McGraw, and ho-down to Bluegrass music as well as smoke a
lot of grass. Oh was she a vixen too, a
little bit older than me and, a I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T woman. Oh, Did I treat her like one!
It was at the hotel I worked that I met this incredible
woman. Her friends came from all over the country to huddle up for week, to
catch up and scoop on each other. Whenever she would walk out of the hotel she
gave the look of interest. When her friends
left early and she began walking around by herself she approached me. She
walked up to me sometime during the morning coming back from a coffee shop run,
she asked, so do you know when the sunsets, I havent seen it yet. Reacting I
blurted out, I can show you the sunset on the beach. Satisfied with my answer
she accepted my invitation. She told me to meet her at the Powell Trolley Car
Station late afternoon an hour before the sunset. So late afternoon I meet her in the trolley
station, we met up and started our adventure on Bus Line Five to Ocean
Beach.
The bus line that we took takes anyone
completely through the city over the mountainous hill, to Pacifics end. North
and South Ocean Beach are incredible to take a camera take snap shots of the
sand dunes the Dutch windmill, and cliff hangs that smash against tidal waves.
We began to walk the beach when we got there. Walking north to the end of North
Ocean beach we stop the cliffs side and sat on the rocks.
The sun is going
down and the mood couldnt be any perfect. She then turns to me and says, You
know I brought you something for your hospitality. She reaches in her purse and pulls out a
massive tightly rolled joint. You want to enjoy sunset even more with me? she
teased. Bemused I said sure, and we
began to smoke, whatever strain she had wrapped up neatly in that Zig-Zag sent
me into a stupor that melted reality away. Satisfied with her work, with we began
to get intimate. The sun already extinguished by the horizon, Katie and I began
to make out. Slowly scanning each others body with our hand, going down on me
she pleasures me below my bible belt, it was a dream come true, to find the
perfect words to illustrate how I was feeling is unfathomable. Rolling with the
situation we then rolled around in the sand.
We then left the beach and went back to hotel and she
invited me up. Fraternizing with guests in hotel is a major foul, but I like to
play outside of the rules. So when she walked in I got her on the phone with
instruction to go through a service door and let me around the back of the hotel.
It worked perfectly and our James Bond mission was brilliant. I crept up into
the hotel like a wolf in a hen coupe, and made it to her room. I save you the immodest details and I would like
to confirm that they hotel beds are terrible for any activity other than
sleeping hahaha.
After our heated
exchange I had to be a burglar of the night and creep out, and as I thought I
home free, the elevator opened and the security card was right in front of it.
Now playing it cool and still kind of wishing I wasnt still
so high, I greeted the security guard and quickly asked him if he had seen a
pair of keys around the hallways, manufacturing some story that I have lost
them and I was retracing my tracks. Being an obedient watchdog, and like a lot
of security, the intelligence equaled Great Dane, began to sniff out my lost
keys that were already tightly in my possession. He was really helpful, looking
up and down the hallway totally compliant with my little charade. Dumbfounded
and giving up he wished that he could help more and then showed me out of the
hotel. After that I was happy that I hadnt heard any questioning about my presence
in the hotel late that night which seemed that I was in the clear.