Summertime Hightime

The last day of summer and I can already feel the withdrawal; sucks. I took a long drag from the joint in between my pointer and middle finger. A year or two before I have to officially quit smoking weed.

ugh, what a drag. It's better if I just don't think about it.

I could feel both my eyelids and eyelashes resting heavily on my face. My eyeballs rolling softly back and forth against my eyelids as a stare off into the distance. This feeling of relaxation is what I am going to miss. But, college has no time for that and sooner or later I have to prepare myself. Everyone that I knew went nuts freshman year and here I am in my senior year wanting to fuck.

No eligible suitors. Just a bunch of weirdos wanting to take, take, take. They do not get tired of wasting time.

I take another drag, coughing. Annoyed by the practical side of my mind...telling me high key that smoking is bad but this is the one bad thing that I actually want to indulge -- well that and drinking but, who in my business? Oh.

So anyways, college is among us. Us, I mean, me and my best friend, Za'Cari Gains. We've been friends since diapers and the only thing we don't share is the same penis. We understand the aspect of Black Girl Code. Za'Cari is the opposite of me. She loved the "the duo" because we were so different but the same.

She emailed me while I was away on an internship in Egypt to shadow an architect, "You are my aMbiVeRt to my EXTROVERT."

Random. I know. But it was a trip to Egypt so how could I resist? They say college is your scapegoat to have fun! Let's just say they know what they are doing over there...

But, this corny ass girl made me puke and because of that, we've been connected at the hip ever since.

"Girl you gone hog the shit or you go pass it?! Damn, Maje. You really be taking all the shit." Cari exclaimed, putting her hand out for the joint.

I crackled, this bitch stay talking shit.

"Fat head, I was just finna pass it to you. Dang, them withdrawal affects really kicking yo ass right now, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Taking her time with our joint exchange.

Yes, joint exchange. I ain't smoking, no blunt. I'm already smoking, I can't add tobacco to the list of things I do to rebel.

"All jokes aside...you ready for another year of school? Are you ready for Monday, exactly?"

Za'Cari allowed the high to leave her body slowly, the cloud leaving her nose before she took another puff.

She began, "Mane, I want to go and that's why I am going. I am always ready for school."

I nodded. It was the same for me. School was always my first priority growing up and now all I know how to do school and I am ready to jump in as usual.

"Totally agree, bud. Totally." I mumbled, looking out at the waves crashing against the beachfront before rolling back into the ocean.

It was one of the hottest days in Palm Beach, Florida and here we were parked in the lot watching everyone play in the sand and in the water while we were getting high.

"Do you know what classes you have to take?"

"Yes, it's literally engraved in my mind planner."

Cari laughed. She laughs at everything. One of her best qualities.

"I bet you do. But seriously though, I believe you are stressing for no reason. You want to be successful and you want to help Black Women. You may have had to struggle but you'll be fine."

I nodded, cracking a smile. She always knows what to say.

"Come on, nah. The Ocean has been calling me so who I am to ignore Her."

I laughed, pulling off my top.

Sunday. Our last day of Summertime Hightime. Until next time.