Prisoners Of War Chapter 1

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I sighed looking at my watch. "Where is he?" I moaned over to my friend Mike sitting on the couch."Who know's man, calm down." Mike said laughing. "He'll be here when he get's here...you're too paranoid"I just got up and looked out the window of my apartment down to the street. Wiping some sweat off of my brow I lit up a ciggarette. "He's ten minutes late.""Calm down Chris, just sit down." Mike said. "You're starting to annoy me.""Sorry." I said, and hearing the buzzer bolted across the small apartment and hit the button on the wall. "See, I knew it'd all work out."Mike just began to laugh hysterically. "Man you're priceless."A few seconds later there came a knock at the door and I opened it up, welcoming my friend John into the apartment. "Everything go ok?""Of course, why wouldn't it?" John smiled, waving a small plastic baggie in front of my face. "Smell that ****" he said smiling.Mike walked into the other room as I smiled, sweating nervously. I carefully and tenderly peeled the bag opened and took a deep breath in. "Smells good." I half said, half questioned.Mike came back into the room with a cigar and a small trash can and sat back down on the couch. "Trust me bro, you'll learn to love that smell." he smiled as he broke open the cigar and emptied the tobacco into the trash can. "And maybe it'll help you quit those cancer sticks, this is the only place tobacco belongs." he said laughing.I smiled sitting down on a chair across from Mike watching him work his magic in nervous anticipation. John came from the kitchen with a bottle of water and sat down next to Mike. "Don't worry." he said smiling at me."I know, I can't help it, weren't you nervous your first time?" I said, I looked down at my leg and noticed it tapping. I tried hard to make it stop but it seemed to be working by itself."Of course, but trust me when I say this, there is no reason to." John said smiling. I just nodded and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water for myself, my mouth was already dry and I hadn't even started to smoke yet.When I came back into the room Mike was already finishing up, licking the blunt and blowing on it to dry it off. I dragged the chair close to the couch and sat down next to them. My mind was racing, with anticipation, anxiety, excitment, all kind's of things, I just tried to ignore it."Ok, we only used half the bag, this is a very skinny blunt, we're going to do a 2hp, or a two hit pass, but you can start off taking one and passing it back, you won't need that much on your first time." Mike said passing it to John.I nodded taking a sip of the water and smiling. "I'm ready." I said half heartedly. All those years of anti-drug ads and teachers and parents had certainly taken thier toll on me.I watched as John sparked the lighter and held it to the end of the blunt in his hand. As smoke began to emurge from the tip he brought it to his lips and still holding the flame to the end pulled on it. He then took a few quick puffs and blew out the...

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