I walked into the room. It was lit dimly yellow. The lights overhead were on and the room was really smoky. He had a GameCube controller in one hand and was playing an old football game on a tube tv.
The room was very musty. Empty Wendy’s wrappers littered the ground. A glass bonga was smoking from the center of the table, surrounded by cigarette butts, beer bottles, and playing cards and a couple magazines.
When he saw me walk into the room, he dropped the controller. A rapper like Fetty Wap/Lil Wayne/Sing Rain/Packso/Masputin was playing very loud. His Cuban roommate turned the GameCube off and laid on the couch after turning the channel to family guy.
The two of them watched family guy, which was barely audible over the sound of the music playing. They both laid there for minutes, laughing every once in a while but mostly watching the cartoon in deep engagement.
I dropped off the Christmas gift but my wife wanted to stay and hang out. I wanted to leave very badly, as she left the room for a couple hours to talk to our niece in the other room. It was very awkward between us. They asked a few ice breakers to break the ice but nothing came of them as I froze up when they looked at me.
I looked continuously to the hallway, hearing my wife’s voice in the distance. I pretended to find family guy funny but mostly kept to myself. When my wife came out she sat around for longer. Eventually we left.
That was the only time I’ve been around marijuana and I am afraid that if I try I will be taken back to this place mentally. Will it cause me to have a psychotic episode?
Wouldn’t you all agree?
