When you have the weekends off, Saturday is a pretty bad day to find yourself without weed. I decided to go for an early beer, hoping life would be so kind to turn the day around. You never know. Key is to stay focused and open minded.
Herastrau Park seemed like a good idea. I needed some air. Maybe more.
The guy seemed harmless. The young woman looked out of place with her cute dress. Blue. Not my favorite color. Doesn’t play with my mind. Relaxing though. But is it going to match with the green on the picture? There was no doubt in my mind they were smoking pot. So I decided to give it a shot.
Some necessary chit-chat.
You can’t always get what you want
“I don’t have enough to sell anything,” Theresa said. “But feel free to join us.”
I looked around. If I can smell it, so can anybody else.
“Cool,” I said, “beggars can’t be choosers.”
Some more small talk.
Some talk in Romanian. I couldn’t be bothered. I was getting back in my zone. I closed my eyes and drifted away.
It only took a blade of grass in my nose to bring me back.
“What are you doing, woman? And where did Joachim go?”
“Aha. Welcome back. Don’t you ever get robbed, passing out like that? Anyways, Joachim left. He needs a shower before he starts working. Besides, his girlfriend must be wondering where he is.”
“Damn,” I said. “I was hoping he left to get us some cold beers. Fuck, I’m thirsty. So, what’s your plan?”
Why do I always do what I don’t want?
“I should take a nap,” she said.
“Fair enough. Shall I drop you somewhere? In which sector do you live?”
“I can’t go home. I’m too stoned. Too much drama. Especially since I didn’t go home yesterday.”
Don’t even ask. It’s not your problem. Stay away from it. Focus.
“So you’re going to lie by here for a while? Can I get you anything before I go?”
“Yes, take me home with you. Just for a while. I need a rest.”
“Right,” I said, “that’s the best idea ever. So no. Besides, I got a few things to do.”
“Are you afraid of me?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. I would like to have an easy Sunday morning for once. Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you want to see the football game together.”
“Slim chance. But I got some weed left. And stuff.”
“What stuff? Show me.”
“I can’t. Not here,” she smiled. “I have hidden it very well.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Damn. Alright. But you stay out of my space when I am working. And you’re not spending the night.”
“You are so weird, Roy.”
Sector 2. Writing this little piece
“What are you doing?” she shouted.
“I’m writing a blog post in your honor.”
“Wondrous. What good is that going to do for me?”
“Actually, you Romanian women are so much more fun now I no longer try to understand you. But first I’m going to write the fucking post,” I said.
“Because I don’t want to write about sex. It’s too personal.”