upon the knock's conclusion
Q: oh good you're home
i'm quincy, this is gus
hamish is still out, i'd guess?
L: yes
Q: well we can start w/o him
you smoke?
L: um
Q: yr allowed to say no; i just wanted to offer as a dormwarming gift
L: not in a while
Q: i can appreciate a man who values t-breaks
well if you're worried about tolerance i can roll a spliff real quick
any input on the matter, g?
g: i'd prefer tobacco-free, but let the guest decide, i guess
Q: good call
[they look at him expectantly]
L: sorry, what's happening? who are you?
Q: your neighbors, dude—did hamish not tell—
L: we barely talked as i moved in before he left
Q: well shit no wonder, we're probably coming off as quite rude
having provided barely barebones introductions
to recap quick: i'm QNC, this is gus, we live in the cabin adjacent
g: we play on the same frisbee team as hamish
Q: YPI's very own stray flock
g: have been here for a week for preseason shit
Q: & when we heard you were coming
g: we thought we'd greet you w/some harmony hospitality
Q: & offer you some pot—the first joint's for free
but in coming weeks it will cost you
this shit don't exactly grown on trees round here, ya feel me
[to gus]
did i miss anything
g: not as far as i can see
Q: sweet
T: she pulls a jay from her hair + extends it to leroy
he vacillates a moment then takes the thing
Q: welcome to YPI, dude
g: need a light?
E: she snaps a zippo open;
clicks the flint on;
offers waving flame to leroy's mouth
where j sits, waiting
L: thanks
T: the end kindles
paper crinkles; green flecks blacken w/in the cylinder
& @ first leroy forgets to inhale but as smoke leaks he remembers and pulls very strong
+ quickly
it burns well, alveolarly; on the way back out though,
he starts to hack & choke, magnificently
[Q+g laugh quietly]
Q: haven't coughed in so long i've forgotten how hilarious it can be to see—no offense meant
L: aha hegh kha
none taken
[he passes j 2 Q]
i'm leroy, by the way
g: ya it says on the door
L: right
Q: but nice to meetcha true & properly
here, g; care for a hit?
K: g does only a small nod
& grabs the pot tube
Q: that's my girl
one pretty pothead in the making
g: shaddup q—not all of us had the head start you got to inoculate themselves to bud
Q: oh but gus you do it so well
leaning rolling w/ the punches
wielding graceful danger midst endocannabinoidal pseudo-discomforture
g: whatever that means
Q: so 'roy you got a major yet
L: leaning toward english'd be my best guess but not very sure
Q: i bet
shit's hard to decide, to put lightly
g: i'm sports psychology and gender studies
Q: i'm business w/a comp sci minor
L: blimey—that all sounds like a lot
Q: it's really not
academically the tree talks a big talk but is not exactly up to snuff re: walking the walk
i think most people double up to keep occupied enough
g: i'm new here too; my major's just a carry-over from my prior school
L: gotcha—and that was...
g: Merrimack State U? right across the river, actually
L: oh word yeah i'm quite familiar
my mom's a joker also—class of '92
g: no way—what a crazy tiny world
[their eyes meet w/ a sudden flare of serendipity running hotly streaky]
Q: to be fair MSU alums are everywhere
it being the third most populous learning place of the mid-atlantic territory
g: shaddup Q
[changing the subject]
L: quincy, what's your CS emphasis? any languages in particular you're most comfy w/?
Q: as a matter of fact i'd rank my fluency top two as follows: python, then shortly after ruby
L: i'm a C man myself
Q: funny—you don't seem like it
too black, too brawny, too bearded to be a big coder
but you are?
L: ya
Q: huh. guess that goes to show the whole book/cover idiom can hold true
g: you're a box of clichés, quince
Q: never one to mince words when they can be smashed together instead
[the joint has dwindled in its circling
upon reaching leroy it is minuscule: alight, still, barely
g glances as she passes it; 'roy does the same
then, spoken simultaneously]
L: should i kill it?
g: you should kill it
Q: okay soulmates take it easy
no need for this telepathy quite yet; y'all just met
it's kinda freakin' me out
[hamish then re-enters]
H: oh good you found some friends
but did they have to be mine?
Q: hello ham
H: good to see you q
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