Finally finished with the bong hits and passing it on, school jock Nick Barkley reveals something to sometimes friend always lover Nef R. Titi about himself that he’s never done before.
“I think (*snort*)… that I’m becoming a (*choke*)… head (*final exhale*).
“You *think*,” she exclaims back with likewise glazed eyes. Might as well be 2 deer in the headlights.
“No (*wheeze*)… you don’t… understand.”
“Oh, I understand.” Nef was always under control, no matter how high she was, or so she claimed. Inside she had her doubts of course.
Nick just decided to lay down the cards and show her.
Open mouth response here; yes, she had finally lost control. She tumbled tumbled tumbled into the dizzying darkness, only to land at the bottom without something of her own. Her last name.
“I don’t know who I am!” she yelled in the blackness of the pit.