Mindless Short Stories

Weed

Prince: *crying*
Ray: what's wrong bro?
Prince: the light bill for Conjunction came, it's about 12 million damn dollars, I told y'all to turn EVERY DAMN LIGHT OFF WHEN WE LEAVE
Ray: here nigga *gives him a blunt*
Prince: *takes it and looks at it* what am I supposed to do with this!? The lights are still gone get cut off , I don't know what to do *hits the blunt* fuck them gahdamn lights *blows smoke* I have 7 candles, I've been waiting to light them motherfuckas *hits blunt again and looks at Ray* where you get this from?
Ray: come on, I'll show you

*they go to the parking lot of AM PM and looks around and all of a sudden , they see Prod come out in a shopping cart*
Prod: y'all here to buy some weed?
Prince: yeah. How did you know?
Prod: I'm the supplier now 😌 what you guys want? I got that Krintakronic , that DustyDeaf
Prince: death!?
Prod: nawww, not death, deaf. Which means , after you get 3 puffs of this, you won't be able to hear shit. You won't be able to hear own motherfucking thoughts,
Prince: uh, I want some regular weed.... Not no fancy shit. Like that Thrilla, Killa, Salmonella , type shit. I want something that says 'Regular Weed' I don't want nothing that sparkles, nothing that floats, nothing that would make me so high that my soul is standing on the top of the world , looking at everybody, planets and shit
Prod: awww you want that yellowmoon!? AHA *digs in coats pockets*
Prince: no, I want something that says Regular Weed. I want something that says Regular weed on the bag.
Prod: aw, here *gives him 2 bags of weed* I advise you to buy Doritos while you out here

Few Hours Later...
Ray: *looks at the bags* ayo Prince , you want to light these yet?
Prince: hm, I don't know. They say Weed is a drug.
Ray: naw, weed is a plant. It grows and if you put on fire accidentally , it might have some after effects. The Indians didn't find it bad, they accidentally put it on fire , got high as shit, ate all the turkeys and all the corn and that made history aka Thanksgiving. This nigga named Chris Cringel smoked some Chronic , got in a old mattress frame, got so high and flew and delivered presents all around the world. Now, with that being said, I don't think weed that bad.
Prince: you gotta point, *grabs a bag of weed, rolls it up and lights it* you try it first
Ray: *hits it and sits back* gah damn, this bout blew my damn muffin cap back blue. This shit stronger than my cologne...this shit good. Smell blueberries... What he put in this... Perfection *looks at the blunt*
Prince: lemme see *gets handed the blunt, hits it and stares at it* damn. I asked for regular weed, I ain't ask for that KillaThrilla shit, why this shit different colors? I told him regular weed cause I got shit todo today, this nigga gone fuck up. I got a schedule to keep,I want my motherfucking money back *gets up, thinks, and sits down* but I think I'm gone fall down the stairs if I do,must be god telling me something
Ray: yeah, he telling you to pass the blunt
Prince: *passes and thinks*

After 2 bags of Weed later ...

Prince: *stares at hand* I think my palm is greedy cause it got 5 fingers but it's only one palm..
Ray: then our feet greedy too cause it do the same thing
Prince: *looks at feet* aw shit, I ain't even know they were down there, couldn't feel my fucking toes...
Ray: aye, you think Charm gone find some talent?
Prince: yeah, if Trin stop hitting splits on dicks and starts hitting high notes , then probably.
Ray: damn bro, that was deep. I gotta idea
Prince: what is it?
Ray: I'm gone write poems under my pictures on Instagram cause everything art right now. The air is art
Prince: everybody is so hated, you can't be a girl, boy, dog, cat, black, white,Mexican,mcdonalds without being hated. The hell am I supposed to be to be not hated? Air? I don't wanna be air, bugs in air and bugs can get in my hair...
Ray: you are so wise.