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Posting Date 2003-12-20 00:41:56
Author Lady Bugg
Title Konbud and I
Category tried drugs
Where it happend In the car
Age then 20
Age now 20
Gender FEMALE
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Story Length 1156
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Konbud and I

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I cannot believe that for the first time I decided to do something outrageous, I get scared to death! As the end of class approached, the Asian guy that sits behind me signaled something to the White guy across the room. I happen to look as if I was interested in their secret code. Unbeknownst to me what their message consist of, I smiled at the cute White guy. He, then, made a gesture with his face while bringing his thumb and forefinger towards his mouth. I knew exactly what he meant. I’ve smoked marijuana tens of times, enough to know. I then looked at the Asian guy, and he whispered to me, “Do you want some Konbud?” I type it correctly now, but at the moment, I had no idea what that was. “Cornbread?” I asked. He laughed hysterically. I then, placed my attention to the boring lecture our Croatian professor was engaged in. My curiosity got the best of me and I again, turned around then asked, “What the hell did you say?” “Do you want to smoke some Konbud?” I understood completely what he meant. I knew he wanted me to join him and the white guy in their ‘high session’. As tempting as it sounded, I thought to myself, ‘no, I can’t.’

Well. I have no will power. I gave in and I found myself walking towards the Asian guy’s car along with the White guy. “Where are we going to do this?” said the Asian guy. The fear of getting caught smoking at the parking lot made me say, “Let’s drive!” As I hopped into the back seat (as I requested) I starting asking questions about “Konbud.” “It’s in between regular weed and hydro. It’s some good shit!” I couldn’t believe that I was about to get high on a school night. Not to mention the fact that I then had to drive home on cloud nine. The White guy on the passenger seat lit up the pipe. He then passed it to me. I’ve never smoked out of a pipe. It was quite heavy and hard to light up. I made the effort and managed to get a good blow. Instantly, I felt the warm air fill my lungs and a soothing feeling ran through my veins. “This IS some good shit,” I said. Usually, it takes more than one hit to get me feeling tingly. I passed the pipe to the driver. We laughed and joked in the car for a good 20 minutes. We were high and paranoid. You know that feeling you get when you think someone’s behind you—so you swiftly move your head to the left…to the right… The White guy joked around with the driver, “Dude, what if the cops pull you over, what do you do with your stash?” “Man, don’t say that! I’m already paranoid as it is,” the Asian guy said while gripping the steering wheel tight. “I hide it behind my TV—like this.” “AHHH,” the White boy and I said in awe. We thought that was the coolest thing in the world. As we approached a red light, a police car slowly drove next to us. “Oh shit, act normal,” said the Asian guy. I was feeling good—besides, why would the cops want to pull us over? Green light…Asian guy stepped on the gas and passed up the police car. He and the white boy lit up a cigarette. I do not smoke cigarettes…they are bad for your health. I thought I was hallucinating because I saw red and blue lights flashing through the corner of my eyes. “Oh shit! He’s going to pull us over!” said the driver. “Oh my God,” I thought, “I’m going to jail.” I saw my life flash before me. ‘I will call Ramona to help me out of jail--I’ll tell my parents it was my first time trying weed—I’ll have a record over petty shit!’

The Asian guy slowed down and pulled into a driveway—so calmly, that I knew he’d been through this thousand of times. “Here, take this shit and hide it!” the Asian guy said to the White. He quickly took the stash and placed it behind the TV screen. Asian boy reached into his glove compartment and pulled out his registration—he HAD been through this before. The police officer walked up towards the car, leaned in and stuck his head into the car. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” said the police officer. “No, sir,” replied the driver. “You see this?” the police officer reached his arm into the car. I swore I saw his hand moving towards the stash! I thought to myself, “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’ll never do this again. My parents are going to kill me! They won’t let me go to NY for the holidays. I’ll be grounded.”

“You can’t have this,” said the police officer as he pointed to his rear view mirror. “Those lights, are illegal,” he continued. “Phew!” I sighed. “How long have you been having those lights?” the officer asked. “I just had them installed a week ago Sir,” replied the Asian guy. “Can you shut them off now?” continued the officer. ‘Shit, wasn’t he going to leave,’ I thought. ‘He’s going to smell the weed and ask us to get out of the car.’ The Asian guy made an effort to disconnect the wires from his mirror. “O.K. Don’t break the thing, just make sure you take it out of your car,” said the officer. “All right, sir,” replied the Asian guy. “Ya’ll take it easy,” said the officer. As he walked away, I felt my heart again. I thanked whoever answered my prayers and I vowed to myself that I would never do that again. As we drove off, the guys made a huge joke about it. “Dude, I was just talking about cops and what would happen if we were pulled over!” said the White boy. “What a rush man,” he added. “What the hell? Are ya’ll fucking nuts?” I laughed. We were all high, so I don’t think that we were fully aware of the intensity of the situation. I couldn’t feel my tongue and I felt as if I was swallowing air instead of saliva. My feet tingled and my hands felt numb. Man, that was a good high.
How could I be so stupid to get into a car with guys that I didn’t know? How could I smoke weed with strangers? How could I’ve gotten into a car whose owner hides stashes of weed and pills of ecstasy in? I know one thing, pulled off something stupid and that will never happen again.


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