Floyd Banker's Story

FUCK!” That was the first thing that I uttered as my eyes shot open and I launched up released from my nightmare. I was sweating and promptly pushed my covers to the side as I sat up straight my legs now planted on the carpet of my dorm room. I stretched my arms while yawning the taste of stale marijuana in my breath.”Holy shit that was crazy” I muttered to myself as I got up from my bed once again stretching and looked to my side where my grinder full of residue was at the edge. I quickly moved it to the center of the dresser to prevent it from falling.

Last night had been crazy, college in general had been crazy. It had been great to get an escape from Atlanta and pursue my artistic dreams. I was determined to make it to Hollywood but for now there wasn’t anything wrong with enjoying life. As the Weekend song thursday had been “One of those nights”. I was four red solo cups full of hunch punch deep as well as three shots of fire ball so I was lit. Not to mention I’d had a sesh before the party consisting of two blunts, and bong in a rotation on four heads. Cross faded at it’s finest, and something I often was. It was hard for me and others to decide if I was a full blown pothead, alcoholic or a combination of both vices.

Sike! No doubt my love for the green leaf overwhelmed any affections I had for whiskey and coke. So much so that despite the fact that I was very blazed on the way to the party I’d rolled up about a .7 in a white grape blunt and brought it along to the party as well as a couple baggies to make a little money at the party and maybe even find someone willing to purchase and match. Well most of the night was pretty much a blur turning up with my friends and my new roommates. Oh yeah that shit was really crazy not the typical kind of crazy. I remember looking for a spot to smoke in secret, I was generally very generous when it came to my drug use but all the liquor in me was overwhelming and I wanted to face a blunt to calm down. I ended up running into one of my roommates Rory and decided to let him tag along on this blunt cruise.

Of course this search for a secluded spot to further intoxicate myself led to something far more interesting than any sativa or indica strain. Whatever we found..it was crazy, the weird noise it was emitting then bang! Fuck I remember my heart almost dropped Mike had scared the shit out of us. He probably know why I was wandering around and obviously I was paranoid walking around with weed. But I soon forgot that prank as I led them all into a cavern of sorts to investigate the mysterious glow. It was so bright and warmness came over me not unlike the kind when the vodka finally starts to hit. And then…

And then what? I don’t know that’s the problem. I don’t remember the night past that point. It seems my body was finally done in the fireball was catching up to all the ever-clear and punch in my system I guess. It didn't matter I was really fucked up and was walking around trying to find somewhere to smoke and found some glowing shit. I only wish I knew where it was it looked pretty expensive I could probably sell it to get money to buy a bunch of weed but whatever I’d re-up normally. I pushed thoughts from the night before out of my head and went into my bathroom turning the knob to start up the shower. I reached for my tooth paste and squeezed spreading the teeth whitening substance on my tooth brush. “Today is gonna be even better finna have the club going up on a Friday!” I grinned as brushed my teeth referencing one of my new favorite songs Tuesday with Drake and Makonnen.