WHO: Kahea and OPEN WHAT: Kahea is taking in the sun on 4:20 WHEN: April 20, 2019- afternoon WHERE: Sing-Sing courtyard RATING: PG-13 for drug use and language
ooc note: the lyrics of this song belong to my cousin Tyler Black. Please do not use these lyrics without consent. Thank you.
Kahea woke up with no desire to stay in her 'room' any longer than was necessary, she had a plan for the day. She was going to enjoy the day outside and mellow out with some music and ganja. From her hide out she was able to grab two of her plants and a handful of seeds. Kahea wasn't sure what to expect at Sing-Sing but she had managed to make due in the past, and she would make due in her present. Kahea rolled a few dried leaves and made her Orange Kush, a classic strain that had flavored joint papers, giving it an orange taste. She hoped one day to try and create a strain called Lady Luck that a college friend had told her about. Lady Luck was a sativa blend that tasted faintly of cherry chap-stick. Kahea had only tried it once, when the dance team won championship at Nationals, but it had been a nice first taste.
She took her rolled ganja, her ipod with speakers and head out the door after placing a message on the forum about how she planned to celebrate 4:20. She hoped her friends would come out and embrace the sun with her. Kahea had her down and long, wore a spaghetti-strap green top and relaxing jogging shorts. Ikaika padded next to her, his tail swaying lazily behind him.
She walked outside and took in a deep breath. The sun shone brightly and Kahea walked a while with her eyes closed, trusting Ikaika to let her know if she would walk into anything. When the sun shinning through her eyelids darkened, Kahea opened her eyes to see a tree suitable to sit under for the day. She set herself down, played her ipod and lit a joint, taking a deep breath in and letting out swirls of orange flavored smoke.
The sound of her cousin's voice wafted through her ipod speakers and Kahea was mentally transported to a beach on Hawaii, waves lightly crashing, family having a cook-out, and her cousin's band playing.
Last night I had a dream, The good Lord, he spoke to me. He said child don't cry, It's not goodbye, it's the way that's it's got to be.
It's the way that it's got to be. And I've never known a times that didn't change, And I've never known a friend that stayed more than a day. They all move away, or pass away.
And the only way I find myself trapped by a site, In a world, falling apart. But I know we spoke of better times, and gentle rain, and summer nights.