i turned 22 at midnight last night. weiss comes down to celebrate since he will be turning 21 at the same moment. the plan is to drink some brews at my place and then go to beatrice. he also brings weed so we can get high! neither of us have much money so we walk down to the cheap chinatown bodega for 40s.the cop car is cruising and then wheels up onto the sidewalk and we wonder why they are stopping so abruptly. then one of them gets out and goes into the dunkin donuts that you can kind of make out in the back of the picture.
this guy starts talking to us and is trying to tell us a story about spiderman2. he isn't making much sense. he asks us where we are from because he says it sounds like we have accents. i tell him i'm from indiana. weiss says he hails from the upper west. "Then you're west indian" the dude says. epic!
the next imagine in my series of colt 45 pictures, complete with special guest!. $2.25 now
so at this point in the night we're chilling. we smoked a joint and then weiss asks if we should smoke some more. i get out my roomate's gnarly gravity bong thing. (none of us have seen this kid the entire year but when we were opening up this box that looked like it was supposed to have a toaster in it we find the bong and a pipe.)(www.bukket.com if you're curious. it's the one that costs 20 dollars. it fills up like an accordion.) weiss takes a hit. i'm doing mine and next thing i know he is sounding like he's about to throw up in my bathroom
he says he feels like his lungs are on fire and i tell him it's no big deal. then he gets high and starts laughing
he is trying to focus his vision on me using the doors as his aperture? this is what really sets him off and he can't speak for the next ten minutes as he laughs the entire time harder than anyone i have ever seen. i can't stop laughing either and its great until he starts telling me he feels like he is going to die. he keeps saying he's serious but i can't bring myself to believe him and i am still laughing but he continues asking me to stop because he swears he's for real.
if anyone else's shirt was unbuttoned so low i would know he was actually in trouble but with weiss i still can't be sure
all within the course of three minutes
-i think my appendix burst
-look at me
-will you feel my stomach. i swear i can feel this huge bump on it.
-i'm okay right?
-my throat's constricting
-my hand is going numb
-oh god, galen
weiss and my roommate joey surfing the web in search of info about busting an appendix or puncturing a lung, which weiss also thinks is a possiblity
i'm calling people i know that smoke weed so they can convince danny, and me too now, that it's impossible for him to die from getting high. my aim conversations are probably pretty nuts at this point too. danny insists on the distinction that he is dying from some side effect of laughing so hard but that it is still completely serious. i'm trying to decide whether to keep laughing or be worried. i'm telling him to go to sleep but he says that he's in too much pain and he wants me to stay in the room even though he's freaking me out so much that i want to leave. he is saying that he is dying and that i should call an ambulance and i'm asking him if i should really call one and then he won't commit but he won't tell me that he was going to be fine either. i'm obviously high but not initially convinced he's dying. i'm now starting to become pretty worried after twenty minutes of having danny tell me he swears he's serious. i tell him that i am getting really worried about him and that i don't want to be this worried unless it's appropriate. he sweats it is. our birthday happens around this time but we don't notice.
weiss in his death throes but still eating my hot fries. he was begging joey for bread at one point in the night.
i tell danny i'm going for a walk because i don't want to be around him and that he should go to sleep. i leave the room and then he follows me into the hallway and says he's fine, that he just needs me to walk him home. i tell him i'll either take him to the hospital or sign him out. i go sign him out and he asks me to walk him to the train. i say that if he can't trust himself to make it to the train without me, then how can i feel good about letting him onto the train once we get to it. i would put him in a cab, but we have no money. i'm asking him if he'll swear on our friendship that he'll be fine if i leave him and he finally decides we can say goodnight at broadway and canal. i go back and tell my roomate that either weiss is dead or he just put me through the gnarliest friendship test imaginable. i was so worried. i fall asleep. i wake up in the morning and see the text i asked danny to send me once he got home. then there's another, in which he apologizes but swears he wasn't putting me on either. happy birthday galen and danny!