TheBanyanTree: Life Stories Tripping the spit fantastic

[Bonnie Brace]

Hellooooo, I'm Home!!!!!  Yes, I like the sound of that, coming home after a long day, anxiously searching my mail to see who is waiting for me.  Ahhh the wonderful sound of the Banyan Tree Storyteller fills the room as I sit back, relax in my chair, and am whisked away into someones life,  another time, and place.  For a few brief moments I get to put aside my own problems and weariness and catch a tiny glimpse into all of yours. 

Your words and thoughts bring out a myrid of emotions and when I am finished I leave feeling refreshed, blessed, happy, sad, & closer to all of you who I may never meet but live with here in the tree. What a place to come home to every day. I love listening to the chatter. Don't stop!



Which reminds me...speaking of Tripping...~~~~~~~~~

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Tripping the Spit Fantastic



My first and only time getting high came at a very late stage in my life.  I was in my mid 40's, had been separated from my husband for about 2 or 3 years by then. I decided it was time to try something new. I asked one of my nephews if he could get me a bag of marijuana.  He didn't bat an eye and even offered to teach me how to roll the joint. (Aren't kids great) 

 

I didn't take him up on his offer however. I waited for just the right moment.  All the kids were gone for the night. Some friends of mine were over, we had just come back to the house for drinks after an evening at the theater. I figured now was as good a time as any so I brought out my little bag of weed and wrapping papers. 

 

You should have seen their faces. Here I was, this straight arrow, tow the line, middle-aged woman holding a bag of weed. The thing about my friends is they were all ex hippies, ex bikers, etc so they knew what to do. Me, I had no clue but I was determined to find out what it was all about.  (Come to think of it there really wasn't too much resistance after I explained why I wantedto try it.) 'Chele showed me how to roll and how to light up.  It was the inhaling I had trouble with. Since I don't smoke keeping it inside was difficult. Eventually I got the hang of it and my surrounding began to take on a different perspective. 

 

The guy I was dating at the time chose not to share in our little weed-a- thon instead he sat back enjoyed the smoke-filled room and pretended he wasn't getting high. 

But I knew he was lying! Oh yea, you couldn't tell me different! I KNEW he was getting high off the fumes! His eyes were all blood shot and red. He kept shaking his head and saying it wasn't because he was high it was because his eyes were dry.  

 

Well, I figured since his eyes were so dry something had to be done to correct the situation so I asked him if I could spit in them so they wouldn't be so dry. HE AGREED! Now I ask you would anyone who is NOT high agree to something like that? Of course not! No on in their right mind would LET someone spit in their eye. But this guy did. He opened his eyes up with is two fingers and said, "Go ahead!" .

 

So I did. yep, for the very first time in my life I actually hocked up THE perfect lugie, took aim and WHAM- it hit him smack dab in the middle of his right eyeball! That thing flew about 3 feet a straight shot.   He fell over in his chair, came up sputtering and swearing at me like you have never seen. 

 

Imagine, he's mad at me for spitting in his eye after he told me I could do it! I mean really. When I pointed that out to him his lame excuse was "Well, I didn't think you would really do it."  To which I replied, " Why do you think I asked first?" 



May your days and nights be filled with joy and laughter

<>>>>>>>>-----------Bonnie