Sticky pine stars and blood

A Story by Mr monday

Tells a story of a young boy Feed back is widely incereged and wanted nothing rude (Corections at okay )

Me and my buds where all hanging around the bon fire, it was a cold summer's night. One of those nights that the winds would not stop but still was perfect. The wind brought a smell of pine, a sticky smell, which stuck in your lungs and soked in. You could feel the stickiness seep into ever cell, bypassing it's way through the membrane, inching into your DNA, becoming a part of your sole. It seems weird to explain but it was a feeling of pure excticy. I looked up at the stars, seeing ever one of them in the midnight sky looking down on me, protecting me, keeping me safe from all of the world's harm and worries. Just as if God told them to be there at that moment. To tell me that everything will be fine that it will be okay and I will be happy
"Damien , Damien!"
I look over to my bud was handing me the joint off to me. I take it in between my fingers and I smell the scunkky smell of it. Watching to smoke rise and dismiss into the air overtaking the sticky pine and replacing it with a intercity smell. A smell of central park. Not exactly but close. Giving me memories of the bakery I spent my childhood in. Flashes of play as a child.
I inhaled.
The burning of my cells the release of the air out of my cells and the replacement of smoke burning my cells and giving me the high I wish. The burn of the smoke agest me cells. A burn I learned to love. Just like a animal who was abused learns to love a again. I love the feeling of the pain, it no longer makes me cough it seems to help me breath better
I exhaled
Letting the smoke out taking the burn out with it. Letting rings land on my head and expand to me shoulder. They danced down my neck and disappear into the universe. I hand to joint to Ralph S**t it dropped
Bang bang
I look over to Austin he wasn't moving. I look at myself black blood was out or my stomach. It was almost as stick as the pine . I pick the joint back up I take one last hit and close my eyes
I was gone
I didn't want to go just yet but I excepted it and left .