Last Hit*

Posted on April 10, 2011 | 15 Comments

Passing the pipe, “yo ere” he strained
Handing it over, his face was pained
He let go, whoosh, coughing bright red
Thought I’d seen him, in Santa’s sled

I shook it off, took a hit too
Didn’t hold it long, it came out blue
Out of the night, lights came up fast
Siren blasting, he went right past

So scared I pissed, right in my pants
Fred turning red, in a great rant
He cursed the cop, for going right past
I smiled; we had run out of gas

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15 responses to “Last Hit*”

Sharp Little Pencil | April 10, 2011 at 9:10 PM | Reply

Oh, man, Michael. This is, like, the story of, you know, my whole, like, twenties. Man. Don’t bogart.

In the meantime, here’s a really depressing one!
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/finale/
Peace out, and impeach Nixon, Amy

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Jamie Dedes | April 10, 2011 at 9:31 PM | Reply

Oh my … now here’s a memory, huh?

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- booguloo | April 11, 2011 at 6:55 AM | Reply
  
  One that’s welded to my mainframe.
  
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Chimnese | April 11, 2011 at 2:35 AM | Reply

The last hit…….a memoryworth sharing……

thanks for stopping by my page..

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- booguloo | April 11, 2011 at 6:50 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks. It was all fun afterwards.. smiles
  
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Lyn | April 11, 2011 at 4:37 AM | Reply

There was that time!! Now a very well written memory..keep ’em coming!

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- booguloo | April 11, 2011 at 6:48 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for stopping by!
  
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Jingle | April 11, 2011 at 1:24 PM | Reply

bittersweet memories.

Glad to see you share.

A++

😉

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- booguloo | April 11, 2011 at 2:09 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks Ji, trying to get my voice back.
  
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Bodhirose | April 11, 2011 at 9:41 PM | Reply

Oh, those were “the good old days”. I wonder when my last hit was…

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- booguloo | April 11, 2011 at 11:24 PM | Reply
  
  That would be a typical question of a pot smoker considering what it does our our memory. smiles
  
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  - Bodhirose | April 12, 2011 at 8:38 AM |
    
    What was the question again…
    
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  - booguloo | April 12, 2011 at 10:03 AM |
    
    I don’t know. sumthin sumthin about sumthin.
    
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Olivia | April 12, 2011 at 12:26 AM | Reply

Over 30 years.. I read that.. 🙂
I smiled reading this one.. very well poemed!

Hugs x

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- booguloo | April 12, 2011 at 2:43 AM | Reply
  
  Yes maam by cracky when I was your age.. cracky, Did I say cracky? That’s a pipe of a diferent color.. now where was I..?
  
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