If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-12 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | lsd, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and LSD
Where: The roof of the Highway
When: Sundown, Sunday.
Warnings: Drug use, possible sexuality.
Neglecting his Trip was the last thing Marijuana wanted to do and therefore, he'd come up with a decent way to show his little brother just how much he meant to him. The roof of the Highway was one of Marijuana's sanctuaries. It was a simple place; it had trellis bordering it, a small garden with freely growing weed plants, a little area with picnic tables, several bird baths and smooth, white paths connecting each little area. But they were too white, far too white and Marijuana wanted a bit of colour. That's why he had gone out and bought gallons of paint and supplies, almost every single colour in the rainbow and they were stacked around him as he lounged in one of the lawnchairs.
Lighting up a joint, he pulled out his cell phone to send his brother a text message. 'Trip, can you come up to the roof? The window in my bedroom is open and the fire escape leads right up. <3' Then Marijuana sat back and waited, watching as the sun set over the city and hoping, praying that his Trip wouldn't think that Marijuana was abandoning him for Classic. He loved his brother, needed his brother and wanted to spend at least a few hours with Trip alone to reaffirm the connection that had snapped into place ever since Trip had opened his eyes for the first time to see Marijuana standing over him with a reassuring smile on his face, ready to welcome to newest Drug into the world with happiness and love.