Late for the 1st hour. Walked in at 8:36. Unlike earlier they don’t lock us out anymore. They do something much worse. They lock us in. In a dungeon of sorts. Slimy bastards.I am not the only one there. Meet a few friends there and we sit and discuss about the only thing young lads likeus talk about, English Premier League, about our favorite teams, rivals, young players coming up the ranks, last nights matches, etc, etc, etc.
About an hour goes by before we are finally let out. Don’t really remember what happened during the next two hours. Don’t really care.
Fourth hour. Battling for attendance and have enough on my hands already. Don’t need any more help and I get thrown out of class for giving water to a classmate. What more can I wish for?
Lunch Break and we are let out of the bird cage for an hour and I go top the Big Mac’s. Saw big banners telling me I should go there plastered all over the street this morning. Thought it was supposed to be some kind of sign.Nothing special happens. Just good advertising I guess. Eating out of the hands of Corporate America.
Back into the hell and manage to get 3 hours attendance for hardly for about 15 minutes work. New teacher.Nice guy. Couldn’t be happier.
Then out again and head to my home away from home. New droogs now. The Magic Man is long gone or transformed into something I don’t recognize anymore .
Send a J and I’m on my way. Some of the greenest and sweetest leaves of THC I ever lay eyes on. At the bus stop with a droog 5 minutes later, Fishdick we call him, don’t know why. Never cared to ask. Wish we’d get a seat on the bus, I say, don’t feel like standing all the way. Too much crowd around, no chance of that happening is the reply I get. But like I told you earlier the Old Bog himself serves you when you’re in the state I’m in. Two empty buses appear for us, just to make sure we manage to get a seat. On the bus and Billie Joe is singing in my ears.
Hunger killing me. Bus reaches destination, tell my dear droog goodbye and make my way to a restaurant around the corner. Ate there earlier the same week. Order the usual parota and coke.Waiting for the food to come and Billie is still singing in my ear. Weird thing happens. The guy who took myorder , Mr. Cross Brow lets call him, goes up to a waiter, Henry the Horse, horse like teeth that’s why, points directly at me and says something. Can’t hear anything over Billie’s voice. Henry refuses. Then he goes over toanother waiter, he’s got hair like a horse, so Harry the Horse, he does the same thing. Harry over there gives mean odd stare.
With THC in your system everyone looks suspicious to you. And my mind starts reeling from decimated dreams. I couldn’t hear what he said but it sure as hell looked like he was plotting against me. Eli Roth’s Hostel comes to mind. Wonder if my food will be drugged (like I need any more of that) and later they might castrate me. Wonder what kind of meat the cook in the kitchen. Or they are going to delay my food long enough forcops to arrive and arrest me. Not carrying anything. I’m safe from that.
Wondering if they know what I have done less that an hour ago? Wondering if my eyes are bloodshot? Can’ treally see anything on the back of a spoon. Wonder if I smell of god’s green grass? Can’t smell anything other than food at a restaurant.
The coke comes first . One look at it and I am teleported to some dhaba on some hill in the middle of bat country, sitting alone and staring at a bottle of coke,not the wrong kind.
Then comes the food. As I am eating I see the three of them talking together. Now I’m truly psyched. Just then the lights go off. There is definitely something on….Billie says “We are coming home again”
Eat and drink as fast as I can. Pay the bill. I never tip.On my way to the toilet to wash my hands and I wonder if this is part of their plan. An attack from behind while I’m washing my hands and then they will sell me to some old foreigner in Slovakia who likes to cut up Indian teenage boys.
Walkout of there and nothing happens. I’m laughing in my mind at my stoned thoughts. Heading home.
Maybe I’ll watch a movie. A Scanner Dark is my choice at the moment….
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