From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   A Big Girl (ped, cons, drugs )   
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Many years ago when I was young and single, before the hard times, I knew   
    > some school boys. I was in my early twenties, living in my own rented   
    > house, and selling pot. That's how I got to know them. They were   
   still in   
    > eighth grade, but street wise.   
    >   
    > Bobby, Greg, and Mitchell came to my door in the morning instead of   
    > school, sometimes, and we got stoned. It was during the late seventies,   
    > outside the rainy city of Seattle, and it was raining that day as well.   
    >   
    > I remember that day the most because Mitchell had to bring his younger   
    > sister along. She found out about me and said she'd tell unless they   
    > brought her too.   
    >   
    > She was probably nine and was dressed in jeans and a denim jacket with   
    > long scraggly hair just like the boys. Hers was blonder but still dirty   
    > and no bangs, with that classic part down the middle like people wore in   
    > those days. Her face was nothing special, it could have passed for a   
   boys,   
    > and she had natural bags under her eyes.   
    >   
    > Her name was Crystal and she didn't say anything. The boys were   
    > embarrassed to have had to bring her, and she tried to act like it   
   was no   
    > big deal, but it was to her. She wanted to be tough and grown up acting   
    > just like them.   
    >   
    > Mitchell kept apologizing and I told him it was no big deal. They sat in   
    > the same places as always on my couch and tried to make small talk about   
    > cars and rock bands. I showed them the LP I had just bought of Nazareth,   
    > "Hair of the Dog". You remember that one, don't you?   
    >   
    > Well anyway, The boys were impressed and wanted to play it right away.   
    >   
    > They got up from the couch and went to my stereo. I took the time to   
   kneel   
    > in front of Crystal. She tried to act tough, but she was a little scared   
    > of me.   
    >   
    > "Crystal." I said.   
    >   
    > "What?"   
    >   
    > "If you're going to be here, you better be cool about it. You narc on me   
    > and I'll take you down. Are we cool?"   
    >   
    > "Fuck yeah. I ain't no narc." She was talking tough, but her eyes were   
    > ready to flinch from me.   
    >   
    > I then held out my hand to shake hers. "We got a deal?" She shook it and   
    > relax some. I smiled to her and made her feel welcome. Mitchell was   
    > looking at me, surprised that I let her get away with being here.   
    >   
    > That all changed when I got my stash out. I had an ounce of Columbian   
   gold   
    > and I started to roll one. Bobby said, "Oh cool!" and Greg grinned   
   ear to   
    > ear. Mitchell wanted to roll one too, but he always used the rolling   
    > machine.   
    >   
    > I licked my joint and closed it with one hand. Mitchell was still trying   
    > to get one right.   
    >   
    > I lit up and passed it to the nearest boy. I few hits and they were   
    > rocking out to the title track. I took the joint to Crystal and held it   
    > out to her. She looked at it, trying to decide if she could handle it. I   
    > could tell she'd never gotten high before.   
    >   
    > Mitchell started to bitch about me sharing it. "Man, don't waste it on   
    > her. She's just a dork."   
    >   
    > "I am not." Crystal whined.   
    >   
    > I stared Mitchell down. "Hey, man. If I say she's cool, she's cool,   
   okay?   
    > It's my grass."   
    >   
    > He looked hurt, but only because he was half stoned. "Sorry." he mumbled.   
    >   
    > I looked back at his stick of a sister and said, "You don't have to   
   if you   
    > don't want to. It's cool."   
    >   
    > She took it and took a smoke then immediately started coughing. The boys   
    > laughed and I got her a glass of water. She gulped it and I could see   
   her   
    > eyes were already red. When the joint came around again, she took   
   another   
    > hit though.   
    >   
    > We sat back and listened to the record. They were high and I was   
   buzzing.   
    > I looked over to Crystal and wondered about what it would be like to   
   fuck   
    > her. I had some magazines that had little girls fucking and would get   
   off   
    > on them when I was high. Something about smoking pot that made me   
    > kinky.   
    >   
    > She became aware of me staring at her after a while and looked at me. I   
    > smiled and mouthed the word, "Cool" to her. She smiled back, dazed   
    > looking.   
    >   
    > After the second side of the album played, I got up and got a box of   
    > Twinkies and tossed one to every one. I had empty wrappers on the   
   table in   
    > seconds flat. I was going to put on something different when Greg begged   
    > for "Dark Side of the Moon". I shook my head and played it for them for   
    > the hundredth time.   
    >   
    > I lit up Mitchell's joint and passed it.   
    >   
    > That's how we spent the day until it was past lunch. Then I had to take   
    > off and I kicked them out the door. The boys didn't wait for Crystal and   
    > she was last to walk out as they were already heading up the street.   
    >   
    > I said to her, "Hey." She turned. "You don't have to come with them, you   
    > know. You're cool. You can come here anytime, okay?"   
    >   
    > She said, "Thanks" and walked off towards them, but she kept looking   
   back.   
    >   
    > Telling her that made her feel independent. I hoped she'd come back   
   on her   
    > own.   
    >   
    > The boys skipped school a couple of more times, but Crystal wasn't with   
    > them. I asked once but they agreed, "Fuck her." I thought about that and   
    > agreed myself, only not the way they were thinking.   
    >   
    > The next week, it was just Bobby and Greg. Mitchell got busted with pot   
    > and was grounded. The two didn't stay long either. It was like they were   
    > going to get busted by their parents as well and didn't want to take any   
    > chances.   
    >   
    > They left before the record was half over.   
    >   
    > But at noon, I got a knock on my door and opened it to find Crystal   
    > standing there. I smiled big and let her in. I was glad to see her.   
    >   
    > We sat on the couch together.   
    >   
    > "I heard your brother got busted."   
    >   
    > "Yeah." She seemed intimidated.   
    >   
    > "You going stay for a bit?"   
    >   
    > "Maybe."   
    >   
    > I smiled. "You want to smoke some pot?"   
    >   
    > She brightened up. "Yeah!"   
    >   
    > I rolled up a thin joint and she watched me like a hawk. Something about   
    > the way she was looking at me made me feel like I was the coolest guy in   
    > the world.   
    >   
    > She finally got a little talkative as I was finishing up the roll. "How   
    > did you learn to do that?" she asked.   
    >   
    > "What? The joint?"   
    >   
    > "Yeah."   
    >   
    > "Somebody taught me. You want me to teach you?"   
    >   
    > "Fuck yeah."   
    >   
    > I smiled. Little girl trying to be a big girl. "Come over here. I'll   
   show   
    > you." I reached for the grass and got a paper out for her and held it   
    > between my thumb and fingers of both hands. "You start by holding it   
   like   
    > this." I handed her the paper and took another one out for me. She did   
    > everything like I showed her. She sprinkled grass on it, and she   
   rolled it   
    > around a bit to even it out.   
    >   
    > I watched closely as she stuck her tongue out to lick it shut. It was a   
      
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