Who: Jude and OPEN What:Stoned Daydreaming in the park after several drinks Where: A park When: April 22; a little after eleven O' clock Rating: PG-13
The night was young. The young were out and about having fun like young kids do. And then there was Jude.
Oh. He was out and about, of course. Doing what, though? What he normally does. Duh. Tonight was the start of smoking up with a little mix of a chemical his one friend would not tell him until he was as high as a kite. And guess what? His friend has yet to tell him what was in it. Of course the man forgot by the time he was on cloud nine and enjoying the ride without any need to steer the wheel.
Now that his brain felt like jelly and the rest of his body could melt through the floor if he stood still for more than a few seconds, he was enjoying a nice cold one. Actually. Make that about ten cold ones. Or it could be about twelve. Whichever the amount of bottles he held was long gone now. How very sad. He loved the feel of the cool glass in his hand.
Didn’t take long for him and his friends to be louder than the music being played then. He was kicked out, along with his friends – they were more excited over this than he was. Now he wasn’t allowed in that bar. How many was that now? Twenty? Whatever the number was, he had to remember to write this place down on the list he made: “How many bars was Jude kicked out of”.
“Hey, guys! Wait up! I can’t walk as fast as you can.” The pouty face he was making was made fun of, pointed at, and laughed at before his friends allowed him to catch up. They were thinking of another place to go to, which Jude was absentminded toward because he was eying up the park as if the place just appeared there.
“Jude, where do you want to go next?” one of his friends asked. Having to ask the question one more time before Jude turned his attention to the voice and gave a dopey, confused expression. “Wherever,” was his reply.
He could hear them talking about a bar that was a block up from where they were now. He told them he would meet up with them soon after he had to take a real bad leak, and pointed to the park to show where he was going to do it. There was a bathroom somewhere nearby, but he really didn’t have to go. All he wanted to do was get away from the idiots and lie in the grass, look up at the stars, and just drift off into his own mind for as long as he was allowed. He knew a cop of some kind would scoop him out in no time and that didn’t bother him one bit.
“This is bliss,” he said with a sigh of content, as he made himself comfortable on the plush grass with his long legs stretched out and his arms above his head to allow it to rest in the palms of both his hands.