dustyangel (dustyangel) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-09 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, pcp |
Who: PCP and Marijuana
What: Reuniting with family
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The Highway, and then across the street
PCP was quite giddy and still giggly from her little shindig earlier in the week. Stoned, of course, because it was a fitting tribute to her big brother, the first of her brothers she would get to see in the flesh since arriving in the big apple. That little title for the city had her giggling as she entered The Highway, half skipping with each step. She halted abruptly in front of the door as soon as the heavy cloud of weed smoke filled her senses. For almost a minute, she just stood there, grinning as the afterglow of power seemed to sink into her skin for her perusal. Salvia! And brother Marijuana and Heroin - though their presences seemed so very intertwined that it was difficult to discern them apart from their very deepest shadows. PCP laughed and stepped deeper inside. She sidled up to the counter and set her elbows on it, grinning with all her teeth.
"Hello!" She exclaimed gaily. "I'm here for Marijuana."