Burnt Out in N Y C Volume: 5

Been smoking weed everyday for a week now.. I'm pretty burnt out. I want to take a huge break after I finish this blueberry baggy.
I just woke up with my memories a bit fuzzy.

I remember going to China Town with my friend who wanted anime for his club. We went to the Elizabeth Center Mall, a basement mall with a whole world of random anime HK DVDs, cheap jewerly, anime toys, zippos, anime costumes, trading cards, video games, console modifications, old stuff, new stuff and more. We've been coming here since we were 11 and therefore none of this was new. We're New Yorkers. Street smart and good sense of directions. You definetly want to ask a New Yorker for directions whenever you're lost here. Always ask a chill smart looking dude. I guess it might be hard to ask for directions with your eyes bloodshot though because the night before I stopped paying attention to where I was walking (too high) and asked for directions, but the visine eye drops made my pupils so huge I was an anime character and asking for directions was like a crackhead asking if he could tag along with the pope. People must have thought I was on X or something. Weird looks of suspicion and bothersome. Walking through a busy China Town at 6pm was the hardest thing in the world when you're high. I ended up being honked at cause I stumbled to the street where the cars were. Nothing but random dialects of Chinese being yelled out loud everywhere at me when I did that.

So last night, I smoked at my friend's apartment on the west side downtown manhattan and took a cherry swisher sweet of his and stuff some weed in it and top it with tobacco and use sissors to cut off the filter. I kept it in my pocket for later.

I'm walking with him to the movie theater so I can play some Marvel vs Capcom 2. We part ways and I play until some random black dude comes along asking me if I was gonna go see Borat.
Nah, I ain't into that Ally G guy..
Oh well..

I kicked his ass hard. He chose Felicia, I said "ok, I'm gonna scratch your cat... with Wolverine!!!" and damn did I scratch that bitch up and when I beat her, I was clawing the air with my hand "I SCRATCHED YOUR CAT! MEOW MOTHERFUCKER!" lol!
I kicked his ass so hard he puts in more quarters for 2 more battles.
Dang my memories of winning are suddenly so vivid...
the feeling of victory when the screen goes blinking with many full vivid colors like it's trying to give you a seizure when you finish someone with a super move. The dude was jumping around and admitted defeat.
He was just another one of my defeats.
"WAIT WAIT I FORGOT TO TAUNT YOUR DEAD BODY! I did another super with Wolverine and the screen pauses right when Wolverine is looking real bad ass scratching up his character, lol! the dude was impressed.
He held out his clenched hand to for goodbye but I had trouble looking for it and I looked like Raul Duke in fear and loathing when I did it.
"Eh? Whup?! Eyy..?? ah!" and hit his hand goodbye.
He and his gf laughed and realized from my lack of sight and red eyes that I was mad high. We all laughed as he left with a smile on his face.

I ended up leaving and walking back to my place.
Another random black guy, 21 yrs old with a package under his arm was asking for directions but I was so burnt out with a high Hunter Tomphson mixed with Tommy Chong voice it went something like:
"Okay, you're on twenty... where are we (looks at sign) 24th! The address says 27 so you must go north to 27th st.."
the dude still looked confused
SO I start explaining north west east and south.
"But it says 27 WEST 24th st between 5th and 6th so it looks like a confusing address.."
"Oh shit.. you're right, it says 27 west 24th st, i read it wronig lol!"
then the guy starts yelling with frusteration and amusement like the city of New York defeated him- for the whole block to hear:
"DAYUM, YOU TRYIN TO GET ME FUCKIN LOST YO? DAYUUUM!"
He reminded me of Chris Tucker in Friday. Same tone of voice and looks even.
lol, I'm chuckling a bit as he's rambling about being lost. He seemed to have thought that I was literally trying to get him lost and was joking with him but I think he knew I was high, lol.

"Ok man, trust me, it says 27 west 24th st between 5th/6th, that means.. from (looks at sign) MADISON! You have to walk... 2 more avenues.. to 5th/6th just west that way.. But the MADISON PARK is blocking us! You can't go west now cause the park is in the way, and you don't want to go through the park to go west, that's bad. That's bad. You don't want that, no!
However, the park BEGINS at 23rd st, therefore you just need to go AROUND the park. Go to 23rd and go straight up to 5th/6th AND THEN start walking north 1 block to 24th st, and I swear to god you'll be cool. You'll be cool man, I swear dude, you cool."
He started walking as I promised him he'll be cool.

I go back to my dorm to find my roomie and his gf there. His gf was on top of him on his bed holding hands. They are arguing about religion. His gf wanted him to go to church or something which I thought was really interesting cause she's a really chill girl who likes to drink and smoke and shit. My roomie is cool and all but I swear all those mushrooms and acid he has done in the past must have done something to his speech cause he talked like a suburban frat boy burn out.
"Why.. why.. the fuck should I go to church and like.. pray to something that's not there? FUCK THAT! I mean like, why should I believe some book that's telling us that like we all come from like, a God who gives out judgements and tells us what is and is not a sin? "
He had lot's of pauses and a whole lot of 'like' in his sentences. I remember saying to myself "Jesus fucking Christ, this guy talks like a retard!"
I decided to cheer them up somehow though. Everything got so dark for them.
"Hey, my turn to tell a story! SO this one time when I was.. 12-13? I was in the temple and listening to the rabbi sing prayers: "baruch atah adoni, alahenu melech haolam!" and shit, right? And suddenly I get so incredibly bored that I started to lose concious and I fainted for about 2 seconds and I fell about THIS MUCH (I tilt my back to show how much I fell) until I woke up just in time to pick myself up and stand back on my feet. I was telling my mom who was standing next to me- 'Mom, mom! I just fainted, this is so boring we really gotta go cause I'm nearly fainting to death here!' but she never believed me and the whole day she didn't listen. And that's fucked, man."
She took the whole story with a sad expression on her face and watery eyes like she was about to cry as her bf was just lying there, head resting on his extended arm with a very tired and frusterated look on his face from arguing too much.

I took out my cig I saved but it was broken in half. I asked if I could smoke and his gf asked if I had a spare. I decided to give her the other half.
"Guess being broken in half was a good thing after all so I can share with you!"
"Ooh.. it smells so good.."
"Yea, it's a cherry swisher sweet, they don't make them anymore. I'm glad you have this opportunity to try out such a good cigarette"
Swishers use cigar paper for rolling their baccy. The high felt very chilled.. the exact same feeling you get when you smoke a blunt. But damn cigs are nasty. Only just a few hits and my lungs felt like shit for the rest of the night.
I ended the night with some Big Lebowski till I passed out.
Wait, my phone rang at 2:30.
It was my pothead friend. He wanted me to come over with my pstwo and play some naruto 3 or winning eleven 10 with him and his other friend who i know. God damn man, nice and all but it's 2:30 in the fuckin morning! If only he called way earlier! But he wanted to get high really badly even though I got him high the day before and the weekend before as well with a fat blunt and he promised for 2 weeks straight he'll smoke me up back but he never did cause he smoked it to himself and when we came back from chinatown last night he still asked for more and when I said no he called me greedy and left without buying me a single slice of pizza like he promised. didnt even sign out, he just took his ID and left and the guards ended up dragging me downstairs to write down the sign out times.
I asked them if there was a Chase logo on my head. They were confused.
CAUSE I AIN'T A FUCKIN BANK, THAT'S WHY! and hung up and went back to sleep.

Here I am, awake and all, almost 2pm. Should shower and do some hw. Yea, my memories are clear again. Was just a bit groggy from waking up. I always have good memory. Everything above are direct quotes, and what really happened. No lies.
Just another story of chilling in downtown Manhattan, N Y C when I got weed.

stay cool y'all.
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