This is the ritual.
We meet. Usually by Greyhound.
We get stoned. In the car, in the park, or in the apartment.
This is what we’ve been saving for. What we’ve chosen to deny ourselves of, until the present company, so that the experience is more intense. The reason why we’ve withheld for so long.
We introduce to each other what we’ve discovered on our own. Songs. Videos. Experiences.
There is no pride. No bias. No judgment.
We cherish these times. These weekends. These memories.
When we can grow from one another.
Because we’ve grown from ourselves.
i hope you and your cousin had a great time, im glad to see you were able to “shut off”, something you havent done in awhile i gather.
you kinda look like this guy I know o_O