Green Crack

tommy

 

The kid, Tommy, never smoked before, “What do you think I should try?”

The guy at the coffee shop was being a dick and said, “here,” giving him the most potent strain of sativa he had in stock, a variety labeled green crack.

Tommy smoked the shit out of that herb.

He had an Armenian guy roll him up a fat joint with the whole gram tucked inside. He sat in the back coughing and hitting it until it burned up into the filter and he was just smoking cardboard.

It didn’t take long before he had to do something. Did not matter what he just needed to be busy. The first thing he did was try and clean the coffee shop, but the guy behind the counter took offense and kicked him out.

Tommy walked the red light district until he saw an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.

It felt so right.

So he jumped in to start helping a crew dredge a canal. The mud was cold and slimy. He sunk in up to his knees. He was wearing shorts so that did not matter much. On the first couple steps he lost his sandals. Barefoot felt better anyway.

He then tried to take the shovel from the guy next to him, “just want to help bro,” and woke up in the hospital with a broken jaw, covered in mud and a decision never to smoke again.

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