Records of Last Night, once more

Heinrich is dying.

He's almost empty, now. We burnt through him pretty fast. It was pretty hard to light the bongs last hits with the smaller flame but we made do.


Penny left thirty minutes ago, at this point. I don't really feel comfortable making her feel uncomfortable around us smoking, so I usually wait until she gets tired and goes home. She's a busy girl, you see. Works mornings before school. 

So this turned into a night of Arrested Development and conversation with Leo and Ryan, smoking the bong on the balcony, looking over the lights of the streets below, watching the people walk past. We talk about them, and wave at the people, users like us, on the balcony across the way. Sometimes we even wave flashlights at each other.

We don't know them.


 Jack came home from work around midnight so we loaded the bong again and  settled in for an episode of firely. It's funny. We talk about all kinds of things and try to solve problems and understand the world, understand each other.

We talk about nothing but it means everything, you know?

Meaning is found in everything. In each other.

And I feel like I belong, in these times.

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"What I'm saying, is that everything below me is down."

"dude what?"

"like...even things like china and the core and the space below are down from here."

"But thats also sideways. Your definition of down is relative. Your like gravitationally pulled that way."

"yeah but it's also down, relativistically because measurements are relative themselves."

"wait what?"

this goes on and on. I'll spare you, but whenever one of us mentions  the Down Argument it does on for a while. We make pacts to never talk about it again, but it keeps happening.


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Leo and I stumbled back to our room sometime after midnight. I'd say close to one thirty. We looked at each other. Leo had a devious grin on his face.

"Dude...wanna play some Mario Kart?"

we high fived.

Almost every night for the last three months, every night when we go back to our room Leo and I play Mario Kart together. I don't remember how it started, but now it's become our thing.

We play Double Dash on the gamecube together. Leo and I play the every track once, then go to bed. One of us gets first, the other second in almost every race, nowadays.

Leo's a great roommate. I couldn't ask for better. 


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