I remember
the first time
I smoked out of a
bong.
I threw up.
My friend packed
the whole
bowl.
Weed to the brim.
Good shit too.
He lit me up
and told me
to
suck.
I did.
It was relentless.
I couldn't breathe.
My eyes were ablaze.
The sound of the water
bubbling
drove me
fucking nuts.
The bowl
at last
snapped.
I coughed
and coughed
and coughed.
My lungs were smoldering.
It was awful.
I was as high
as a motherfucker.
I immediately
ran to the sink.
I drank
and drank
and drank.
Straight from the faucet.
I threw it back up.
I threw up again.
And again.
Somehow hiding it
from my friend,
or whatever he
claimed to be.
Next stop:
Taco Bell.
I threw up again.
This time,
in front of
everybody.
Their laughter shook my puke.
The whole place
stood up
and applauded my
act.
I was the stoned comedian.
Always will be
to them.
I hope
they are
still
getting a good laugh
now.
If not,
I can make myself
throw up.
It's no big deal.
It's my forte.
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