heaven in blurry eyes

a teenage girl is sitting at the end of her bed with a pad and a pen in her hand. the paper is blank... her concentration is on the blue lines. her mother walks in with a bottle in hand. "hey sweety". she slurs to her own daughter.1

the teenager peers up to her mother."nothing mommy, just thinking" she says in a soft innocent manner. "Okay sweet heart, if ya need me I'm here." she takes another swig of the big glass bottle with the black and white whiskey label.2

as her mother walks out of the room, the teenager pulls a cigarette to shake off some shaky nerves. as she takes her first long puff, she falls back on the bed. "when did this start to happen", she thought back. her memories were blurred from alcohol and cannabis. "why don't i remember any of my life?" "why is my mom a fuckin drunk like she is?"3

she lay on her bed puffing away. when she rose just for a moment to look out of the window she saw the two story house across from hers. in the window, she noticed a guy peering out."wow, someone finally bought they damn house." "maybe i should go say hi." she kept thinking about her house hold issues though. her mind couldn't be distracting from money issues and bloody issues, deaths, suicides, sadness, blurry drunken vision, and loss of hope. not to mention shear loss of happiness all together.4

the only time she felt happy was when she was either stoned or wasted. "what is this life?" she asked her self constantly. while she skipped school to get high with her friends. "wonder if dads alive, wonder if hes in jail." she really didn't wonder she just figured it was something semi-important to think about... even though her father was never there and never wished to be there for her 'family'.5

she rose from the seat in front of her window and decided to visit the new neighbors across the street. slightly knocking on the door she turned away as if scared of who would answer. when the door open she turned quickly so her appearance would be realized. "whoa!" she thought. it looked liked the guy of her dreams. a mere five seconds went by before he said anything..."uhh hi" he said kinda sounding stunned himself."hey... you don't know me but uh i live across the street." he looked at her for a moment and acted inviting. "nice to meet you, we just moved in a few days ago." she was border line excited and border line bored. she would call her emotion "blah", she hated meeting new people, they made her nervous. "well uh my names Megan, who are you?" she smiled in one of those 'I'm just pickin' type ways."I'm Jake and my bro who's not here is mike, yeah so uh you wanna come inside..." her hair fell in her eyes as she looked down with shy thoughts running through her head."um sure, as long as your not a murderer, hee" she giggled aloud, hoping to lighten her heavy mood. as she walked slowly in the house she noticed all kinds of cool pictures on the wall.(Jake and his friends hitting a bong, a picture of probably his brother and a 4 foot zong). "Oh shit dude!" she showed some obvious excitement with the drug induced people in the pictures."Oh you smoke ganga do you?" he seemed quite intent with her character. "yeah dude its like, one of my favorites hee hee." she kinda giggled aloud, hoping he wouldn't think she was a dork she shied away."well... i don't know anyone around here," he protested,"maybe you could hook me up with some dealers?" she had an excited feeling in her gut, all she could think about is 'how is this dude paying so much attention to a loser like me?' "Sure!" she fell down on to a cushy old looking couch in the desolate looking living room."Cool... well HEY", he jumped from a chair in excitement. "I've got some Cali bud now do you wanna toke up?" her mind paced momentarily..."uhhhh, sure dude but lemme go get my cigarettes first and I'll bring you a sample of the bud that i buy and yeah you can test it out, see what ya think ya know?" he looked at her for a moment..."Alright..." he ran up the stairs when he closed the door behind her.6

'wow, i think i just fell in love.' he thought as he paced back and forth through out the area that didn't have boxes in his room. he stopped for a moment and pulled out a 20 sack of light green marijuana with light white hairs. he set it on the bed and grabbed his favorite bowl, putting it next to his bud. "damn... i didn't have to go anywhere to find friends they came to me." just as he sat down on the bed the door bell rang. he stuck the bag and bowl into his pocket and ran down the stairs.7

"I'm back with buds and cancer sticks... hee hee" she had done something different with her hair too but he didn't say anything. he welcomed her in and they sat in the living room. as he examined her marijuana she examined his... "nice bud..." they keyed in at the same time. both kinda laughing at the idea. "well, hey..." she broke the silence, "i brought my favorite bowl..." he looked at her and kinda raised an eyebrow, "fuckin-A dude... me too!" he slowly took out a beautiful swirly, rainbow, glass bowl. "Oh shit" she pulled out hers... hers was clear glass with a glass di at the end in which the actual bud piece was placed where the one on the di would be. he looked at the bowl then looked up and smiled. "that's probly the wickedest bowl i have ever seen!" he held his hand out as she passed it to him. "Yeah, i had it specially made." she explained as she took his to her hand. "hey, Ive got quite a bit of money in my pocket can i use your phone?" he looked at her for a minute with shifty eyes."how much is quite a bit..." he spoke as if he was curious. "enough lets just say" she teased about. "well fine... its in the kitchen next to the refrigerator." she walked out of the room. he could here her words as she talked on the phone... "hey dude, yeah man there's a new guy in the neighborhood... I've got enough for a brick and a half or so... three minutes ha ha do you really think you can get here that fast. OK, well its right across the street from my house.... bye"8

thoughts ran through his head... mostly;"holy shit a brick and a half?" as she walked back in the room he rose from his seat. "a brick... And A Half?" she kinda laughed at his shocked maneuver... "hell yeah dude."9

not a moment later then three minutes of empty discussion on the bud man he arrived. "Op look hes here!"10

in he walks with 2 bricks and a knife in his hands. "alright yo its discount day... gimme one big bill and y'all can have this and half of this." Jake looked like he would have a heart attack when Megan stepped up to the tall skinny ruff looking dude and handed him a hundred dollar bill."my name is zeek... and I'm the weed man." he introduced him self to the stunned 'new dude'. he laid one of the bricks on the counter of the kitchen, took the knife and cut right down the center of the brick. small bud of dark green and light green and some black fell on to the counter as he cut. "what evers on the counter y'all can have too..." as soon as he was done he grabbed the half of the brick and walked out of the door. Jake stood stunned looking at the marijuana he had just semi stumbled upon. with the sweetest words he could say he looked at his new friend with a sexy eye....11

"i think I'm in heaven..."12

and they lived happily ever after... together in high harmony  13