i took a trip and my pops dropped me off with a souvenir to smuggle through security. the duke and i split the stem and the cap and ate it with raspberry stoli then went to pete’s candy store where we secluded ourselves in a dark corner. we didn’t take alot and i originally anticipated the magic not to be so strong but it wasn’t long before my legs started to weigh me down. the duke looked at me with his palms on the table dead serious and said he’s peaking. i’m like bullshit just wait these are creepers.
the clerks behind the counter at the corner store must have thought we were freaks. i asked for a large coffee cup and one of them said they would cost me twenty five cents each so the duke demanded to see the merchandise. we inspected the product and made sure they came with lids and straws to conceal the contents before we made the purchase. this brilliant idea came to us while we were hiding in the matchless photo booth because we wanted to take our drinks with us in to-go cups. this was the point in the evening when i realized we should not be around the general public let alone run into anyone we know. my pupils now look like black holes. the plan was to walk around brooklyn after we picked up ice and liquor from his apartment but instead we ended up sitting at his bar drinking from the paper cups and straws we bought for hours.
i think we all need to food poison ourselves more often.