Scene: Kyle
Stoner Hipster
On the ol’ Shuttle Bus: Francois and
Myuki are seated on the right back end of the bus while Kyle has his film tech
with him on the back left.
Myuki yawned as she snuggled her head on Francois chest.
Francois caressed her arm gently as the old rickety shuttle bus crawled at a
snails pace over the dirt road leading to the Hair Show. Francois looked over
around the inside of the old dirty bus and the random mid west passengers just
as tired as the long slow ride across the country plains.
“Mon Deiu! I feel like to be in hell
is more happy than zis fucking bus! It smells like month old baby gorilla shit,
grinded unwashed pen-us and spoiled egg fart! My dead grandmother can walk
faster than this bus move!”
Myuki shoulders shook fervently as
she quietly laughed while half-asleep under Francois arm. A few passengers
slightly turned to the back with annoyance at Francois sudden outburst while
the others were as dead asleep as the atmosphere of the bus. Those who even
barely understood Francois just nodded their heads in bored agreement.
“Hey” Kyle whispered over to Francois
“Will you just cool it! We’re almost there and don’t draw any unwanted
attention”
Francois rolled his eyes at Kyle and
smirked “Look around man. Nobody give a shit. We are riding in a fucking hearse
right now”
“Whatever” Kyle whispered “I wanted
to surprise you once we got off the bus but I don’t want anyone here to know I
have this” Kyle slightly opened his smaller pouch to reveal several plastic
bags full of mushrooms, marijuana and an unknown brown drug. He closed it
immediately as Francois eyes widened with child-like surprise.
“Mon Dieu!!” Francois whispered back
and then spoke up toward Kyle as if coming out of a previous conversation “I’m
sorry Mon Ami. You are right. I am so tired from the trip I forget how
fortunate I am to have a nice relaxing slow ride in perfect view of large quiet
vacant plains and forests. Actually ‘zis bus does not smell so bad… kind of
like my mother after she use the toilet…. Uh …. Because when she was a
prostitute… she always spray her asshole with perfume… to ah… hide the unwashed
pen-us and semen smell… ah you know… so zis feels like my home…”
Myukis’ body shook again in Francois
arms from silent laughter.
“Oh my God, dude…” Kyle whispered pleadingly
to Francois “Just please don’t say anything else until we get off the bus
please…”
Francois was about to say we but
stopped himself by keeping his lips shut tight and nodded his head in agreement
toward Kyle with a smile.
”Thank God…” Kyle exhaled in relief.
Finally, the shuttle bus came to a
slow halt as everyone just as slowly de-boarded the shuttle bus.
”Mon Deiu!” Francois slapped his
forehead as one old hick carefully stepped down each stair of the bus “We are
going to die of old age before the Hair Show!”
Francois ran out of the bus and
inhaled the fresh air as Myuki athletically leapt out of the bus ninja style.
Kyle followed right behind them.
“Okay” Kyle had both Francois and
Myukis’ wild-eyed attention. “We still have some time before we can enter the
Hair Show. You see those huge trees by the woods over their on the left? That’s
a perfect spot to toke up. Let’s go guys”.
“Yaay!” Myuki hopped along side
Francois as they followed Kyle toward the spot in the woods he picked out. All
three of them crouched behind the huge bolder surrounded by huge trees, where
no one could see them.
”Okay…” Kyle unleashed his
powerful arsenal of drugs out of his small pouch “This is Purple Kush…”
“Ooooh, my favorite!” Myuki
smiled as she held Francois hand “This is the perfect marijuana… we smoked it
together when you stayed over my house our first night… “ Myuki blushed at the
memory of their love making.
“Tres Bein, Mon Amour…” Feancois
delicately kissed Myuki on her soft pink glistening lips.
“This is my personal favorite
and is perfect to smoke before performing anything creative. Music, art,
photography, dance, theatre even sex is enhanced tenfold when you smoke
Hashish.” Kyle smiled as he pulled out a plastic bag loaded with brown strips.
“Holy Shit!” Myuki palmed her
mouth in surprised awe with her eyes wide “How did you get that?! I haven’t
smoked this in a few years. It’s so hard to find. The last dealer I had carried
this but he disappeared. I don’t know why”.
”What ze fuck iz ziz? Hash Brown???
You Americans smoke fast food now too?” Francois was perplexed.
“No Francy” Myuki giggled “Hashish
is made from Marijuana by being cooked until the crystals are filtered from it.
It’s the best drug ever! You don’t get paranoid like from Marijuana, your mind
id clear and you feel light as air but not sleepy”
“Tres Bein!” Francois exclaimed
“Let’s smoke both!”
“Actually, that’s a great idea”
Kyle agreed “It’s best to balance your drugs out “I’ll roll us joints mixed
with Marijuana and Hash together. We’ll smoke out and drop some colonazepam to
harmoniously seal our high for the day. We’ll save the ‘shrooms and a few
joints for after the show”.
“You are truly a master, Mon Ami!
Merci!” Francois placed a friendly pat on Kyle’s shoulder.
”Yes, Arigato, Kyle san” Myuki
smiled with deep appreciation and friendly respect
”Hey, Rock’ n ‘roll guys! Enjoy!”
Kyle gently smiled at both Myuki and Francois with unexpected happiness of
there bonding as friends. They smoked and laughed together for a half hour
before heading toward the Hair Show with blissful smiles on their faces.
Story and characters of
Le Competitor written and created by Jesse S. Montalto on 10/11/13
Copyright © Jesse S.
Montalto, 10/11/13
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