the wrong side of the tracks,
worse, the wrong part
of the country! I
had come, wanting to
want to go home. Now the
dark side of Albuquerque
looked pretty damn good.
So when he asked
about getting high, I didn’t
think, I agreed. We smoked
some good California green.
Took three tries to put me in
the place he said I should be.
Sleepy. Not “high” at
r /> all, but real low. And real
slow. Not my idea of a party,
except the munchies part. I
wanted to meet the monster.
Why go down if you can go up?
We Met at the Bowling Alley
I introduced Adam to my dad. He
and Buddy already knew each other.
Small building, you know.
Their networking surprised me.
Not exactly sure why.
Some good green bud around.
Dad seemed to accept that I
knew about such things.
Don’t worry. She’s safe with me.
Someone called for bowling shoes.