We got so high he puked

 

 

 

I looked over at him, in the thick pot smoke I saw him mouth open, eyes shut, and breathing very slowly. I was worried. I leaned in closer for a look. CNN was on in the background, something about the Trump impeachment. I turned the volume down and leaned closer. "Paul!" and there wasn't much but a low moan. 

60 minutes before that, I had purchased a 3-pack of pre-rolled joints from the legal store. "Give me something strong" I said. The clerk gave me this 18-strain blend, which he said "Like being thunderstruck". I nodded bought them.

I ripped open the joint and we shared it to the end. I'll be honest, After the first puff I knew I was in serious trouble. Having 1-2 strains is fine, but 18 high thc strains in a single joint was madness. The smoke was so hard on the lungs you were coughing for minutes. 

It did allow for us to unwind and relax. I poked him with my finger on the chest, and he opened his eyes, looked around, then bolted for the bathroom.

Cue urgent puking sounds for the next 15 minutes. The worst gagging I have ever heard in a very long time. And yet, knowing this, I continued to laugh like a lunatic. And it wasn't about him, it was the fact we both dad gone too far. But considering that Theresa has passed a week ago when this event happened, I didn’t give a fuck.

And now I sit, again, in a hotel room while the apartment is being fogged one last time. No bugs present after the first spray. The pest guy told me they hitch rides in hotel rooms. Wonderful. I now keep my bags and clothes in the bathroom at the hotel. 

I had to put kitty into the cage at 9am because the guy was coming over at 10:30. He didn’t like that. Poor cat, this is the last hotel stay for a while I hope. Theresa’s 1 year is coming up. I placed a memorial in the Halifax chronical-herald. It’s hard to believe a year has passed. Everything and nothing has changed.