[ja]cobdavis

The block is cooler now. He’s gone and everyone is glad for it. He was a real A class jack ass, but he was a friend of mine. He was that one kid in the cul-de-sac that every parent knew he was trouble, well at least to their kids.
     He was the oldest kid on the block and I was cool enough to be his friend. Johnny, he was something. Everyone wanted to be as cool as him, or at least tired.
     Johnny was the one who introduced me to pot. It was turning winter and he and I went out on my patio. My mom worked like a slave, and was almost never home. He lit something I had thought was nothing more than just a strong cigarette.

     I knew I was getting stone out of my mind when Johnny had pulled a bong out. I had used it before in his room. We were out in the tent with Boner. A friend of Johnny’s I had meet through him. He was a character alright, we all were. Everything was always funny when hanging with Johnny. Boner was the tallest guy I had meet, and he had a head of hair to boot. He was something else.
     I couldn’t imagine spending my time doing much of anything else then sitting in a tent with two good friend and a bong with out any water in it. “It hits harder when you make like this sound” says Johnny, and he makes a noise that could only be described as a man pushing a shit out. It worked, or so I had told myself.

     He was a good friend, not the best. But one my favorite.