Opium Friendly

Saturday night I hang out with my friends Michael and Leah, who are smoking a little hashish to relax.




Someone offers me the pipe.




So I take a drag or two.




Michael shotguns me.




I start to feel like god again.




Then I start to feel dizzy. I'm not used to smoking the way they are. And I'm only about a foot tall, and I weigh three pounds.



The cat starts hitting on me.




I spot the ladder sitting in the corner of the carriage house, and I realize what I have to do.




Up on the ceiling fan, I start to unwind.




I make Lori bring me a beer.




Up here, I feel safe and warm and content.




David Mosey comes over and tries to get me to jump down.




Fuck that, man.




He'll just try to fry me in the skillet again.