Abroad, Ellis style
Occasionally, our friends abroad feel compelled (or forced) to provide us a bit of commentary into their lives and experiences. A fitting intro to summer’s segue into fall and a darker, colder climate, here’s a sombre reflection from eastern Europe. As is mentioned below, “there is no moral to this story, and it ends here…”
“A good friend called me on the phone the other day. He sounded very strange, serious. His reason for calling was to ask a favor of me. He couldn’t say what the favor was over the phone, so I blew it off as a result of my apocalyptic hangover and the Czech version of unsolved mysteries running a marathon on ct 2. Its now two days later, and I finally found time in my busy schedule to meet him. He handed me an ounce of the chronic and explained to me that his apt was about to be raided by the pigs on account of some of the e he sold to a film crew inspired a twenty one year old polish girl to attempt a tight rope walk across a beam that linked two four story windows over the center of Prague. Of course, due to the laws of gravity and re uptake inhibitors, the girl plunged to her death, presumably splattered on the cobblestones four stories below. The cops let her body lie there in the sun for about eight hours while they investigated the possible homicide. The gentleman that purchased the e directly from my friend was the boyfriend of this girl. He admitted to the pigs that he provided the e, and was subsequently escorted to the Czech prison. Operative word being prison, not jail. My friend is now convinced that this dude will talk, and drop his name. His first instinct was to clean house. He gave me the entire weed he had left, and told me to keep it. I got on o for free. Before I took the first rip, I put some energy in the air for the deceased and dedicated the smoke that I usually dedicate to the gods and the mother earth to her. I hope that was enough of an effort to compensate for the fact that ill be getting high for two weeks as a result of some strange sequence of events that led to the death of a young girl. I guess it’s the thought that counts in this situation as well as giving shitty presents to your friends on their birthdays. There is no moral to this story and it ends here.”
–Mitch Cumstein
September 13th, 2007 at 2:48 pm
that story kind of reminds me of a friend of mine from way back in my freshman year of college who gave me a free oz + a lil more right before he had a schizophrenic break and left school…eerie, but it was free bud