So High That I Could Kiss The Sky: The Final Chapter

Inspiration - "How High" Redman and Method Man (I'm getting tired of typing that)

What I'm Listening To - Dead Presidents Soundtrack

Question(s) I asked myself today: "Why were Teddy and Curtis paralyzed?" I'm listening to this soundtrack and realized that both of these R&B greats loss the use of their legs in accidents

Where did I leave off? Oh, yeah. I told you about my friends sniffing cocaine, my hallucinations and my messed up club experience. It's time to let you know about the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back: the catalyst to my sobriety. I guess that's not the right word, b/c I still drink. This is the final chapter of why I stopped smoking weed.

So even after my bad marijuana experiences, I stubbornly remained a toker. Two weeks after my club incident, I decided to throw a cookout at my crib. Let me step back for a minute and tell you some of the things that were going on at that time. I was renting a duplex on the eastside of Savannah. It was a cheap little crib, but I had a front yard that was perfect for barbeques. Being Mr. Popular at work, everybody wanted to hang out at my spot. I hosted many spades and playstation tournaments and smoke sessions at my crib. I was single by choice and just interested in having a good time. One night, that clown nigga Terrell from my last post and a couple of girls from work came over to chill. Kenyatta was about 5'10, skinny and light skinned with a pierced nose. Her best friend at work was the complete opposite. 5'1, thick, and dark skinned. We'll call her Niecy. Niecy was more my type based on my preference for the chocolate sistas, but I was open for new experiences. Anyway, that night I didn't know which one I was gonna go for, because both of them were being flirtatious. After the obligitory blunt, I found out that Niecy had a boyfriend. He was a westside thug by the name of Peanut. That was my cue to persue Kenyatta. Over the next week, I talked to Kenyatta on the phone, but Niecy started coming over to my house. I knew she had a boyfriend, but one thing led to another and I had to take her from her man like L.L. You know that cat has mad songs about stealing cat's girls. It wasn't right, but Niecy and I had sex while she still had a boyfriend. This led to April 24th, 1999 and the infamous cookout.

My day started at about 9 in the morning when my friend Boo came over to help me get set up for the cookout. She had mad drama herself but this is my story, not hers. She brought her babydaddy with her and he immediately lit up a blunt. It was early as hell, but I got on it with him. I was high by 9:30 AM. Later that afternoon, my man Kareem came through with more cheeba. That was my second blunt of the day. Next thing I know, it 3:00 and my friends and coworkers started trickling in. It was a real good time, lots of good food, good drinks, good conversation and good weed. I mean smoke billowed from my house like a scene from Ladder 49. Around 5, Kenyatta came through looking like a supermodel with her long legs exposed in some short shorts. We went in my bedroom and conversated neglecting all of the rest of my houseguests. About an hour later, I see Niecy's car pull up. Imagine my shock when the passenger side door opened up and Peanut got out, white tee and all. I couldn't believe she brought her man to my cookout.

I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next. I excused myself from Kenyatta and grabbed Boo and let her know what was going down. We stood in the backyard chiefing another one, while I tried to figure out a way to extricate myself from this awkward situation. Unfortunately, the weed dulled my mental capacities, so I had no solution. Next thing I knew, me and Boo were playing cards against Niecy and Peanut. That weed was really fucking with me at this point and I was thrown off my spades game. We quickly lost and I retired to my bedroom to try to shake off the inordinate amounts of weed I smoked that day. I was laying in my bed when I heard a knock on my door. In walks the last person I wanted in my bedroom at this time: Niecy. She closed the door behind her and joined me on the bed. Every fiber of my common sense told me to say "get the hell out of here, your boyfriend is the next room." But my instinct for self preservation was muted by the cumulous clouds of marijuana smoke that showed no sign of dissipating. So we layed on the bed together with my hand resting on her ample breasts under her shirt. I don't know how long we were alone in my bedroom, but shortly after, Kenyatta came in and saw our inappropriate display of affection. WE WERE BUSTED!!!

Niecy and Kenyatta stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, while I just layed there too high to even stop myself from molesting Niecy's double d's. Then suddenly it hit me: Peanut is in my house and I'm laying in the bed with his girl. I jumped up and began negotiating like Chris Sabian. "Kenyatta, let's talk about this later. This ain't the right time." Luckily, she agreed not to drop a dime to Peanut. Niecy jetted, then Kenyatta left, and I just stood there pondering how close I got to having to throw blows in my own house.

As the day turned to night, everybody finally went home and I reflected on the day's events. I came to the conclusion that if I was in my right mind none of this would have went down. I thought about my recent history with weed and decided right then and there that this shit was not worth it. I gathered all the roaches and flushed them. I gave Kareem the last dimebag I had left in my house. I made the decision that April 24th, 1999 would be the last day I would fall under the bad influences of Mary Jane. I'm not going to lie and say that I never wanted to smoke again, but I haven't done it since that fateful day.

Epilogue:
Eventually Niecy broke up with Peanut and moved in with me. She still smoked but I abstained. Kenyatta left our place of employment after a couple of weeks and I never saw her again. Needless to say, Niecy and Kenyatta were never able to rekindle their friendship. My house was still the weed spot for my coworkers for awhile, I just never got down with them. Kareem and Tori were still my boys until I moved to Atlanta. It's been about 6 years since I've seen Tori and about 4 years since I've seen Kareem. Last I heard, Tori was going to seminary school. Kareem caught a 3 year bid for burglary. I saw on the GA Department of Corrections website that he was released in July 05, but I haven't had any contact with him.

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