it could've been my skating

possibly the herb .. maybe even me

whatever her reason for being attracted

I didn't dwell on it for very long

stoned high .. I was standing in the parking lot

cortez was certainly intent on getting high

he related .. fire a fat one up, amigo

I replied, this ain't mexico my friend

we'll have to go to my casa

so none of us will go to jail

rosemary and cortez followed me close

I unintentionally lost them a time or two

circled the block again to find them

kept telling myself to ride slower

so they could keep up with me

finally reached my house by the river

both of them said .. hey, way cool man

I fired up a couple of fat joints

passed one to each of them

cortez hit it .. tried to pass it back

I said no, man .. we'll smoke one each

columbian gold .. see where we go from there

by the time we'd smoked half a joint each

they were both so stoned high

we finished up .. blowing shotguns

cortez asked if i'd any more pot

I knew then just what to do

pulled out my rarely used pipe

a large one I called the eliminator

a few bowls later cortez put his hands up

barely able to speak .. he slurred

man, I can't smoke any more

damn, i'm so stoned high

feels like i'm fucking flying

he left to drive home .. rosa was in my bed

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