Cole and I got some MacDonald’s at 12:30 am and after chomping on some fries in the parking lot he dropped me off at my house. I took my McDonalds garbage with me and as I unlocked the front door an approaching figure asked, “Do you smoke weed?”
“I do, yeah.”
“Have you ever tried Chinese weed?”
“Check it out.” He said, carrying a small box up to me.
“It’s okay. I don’t have any money anyway.”
“Well what do you have?”
“I don’t know. Credit card?”
“A credit card. Very fancy.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Pretty fancy.”
“Here.” He handed a heavy little cardboard box over to me. It was wrapped in cellophane and had some strange drawings and characters written across the top. “What is this?” I asked
“I don’t think this is weed.”
He laughed and admitted, “I just found it on the street. I was jus going to sell it to get something to eat.” He looked at my McDonald’s bag.
“I’d give you some of this but I ate it all. It’s just trash.”
“Must be nice.”
I gave him the couple dollars I had in my pocket and tried to return his Chinese Weed. “I don’t want it,” He said
“Well I don’t want it.”
“Just keep it. I gave you something nice so if I ever come back you can give me something for it.”
“Honestly, just take it. You can sell it to someone else.” He was already walking. “What am I going to do with this?” I called out.
“You can stick up your bum!”
I opened up the front door and had to give it to him. That was a pretty good parting line.