cigar.txt

I don't remember why, but one day during the winter of 9th grade I decided to try smoking cigars. I had a lower-midle-class classmate who did drugs and hung out with similar people, primarily older kids. He served as a middleman between me and his drug dealer lads. I had gotten weed and snus from him before, so I asked him to get me two cigars. Half a month later I was holding a couple of cigars in my little hedonistic hands after meeting the classmate in the school's basement.

For whatever reason I didn't want to smoke them alone, so I asked my best friend to come and smoke them with me. Of course, we couldn't smoke in my house since my parents would smell it, but since it was a deep and dark and snowy winter, we had to do it somewhere that'd be at least somewhat warm and cozy. So, after cutting the tip off one of the cigars and drowning ourselves in multiple layers of winter clothing, off we went to my shed.

Laying in strange positions on top of bags of manure (there wasn't any room for chairs), we lit up. It was didn't give much of a buzz, though, it still smelled good and the overall experience was fun. We got bored after smoking about half of the cigar -- which must've taken almost an hour -- so my friend decided to go home. My parents would be at a concert until almost midnight and it wasn't even 6 PM yet, so I left the cigar in the shed with the intention of finishing it later. When I stepped inside, I got a call from my brother who'd moved out of the house a couple months ago. He asked if I was home to make sure he could get into the house since he'd decided to surprise us with his presence. He'd be home in a couple of minutes.

Despite the fact that no one would would go even near the shed during this time of the year, I panicked and brought the cigar inside, wrapped it in two small plastic bag to contain its strong smell and threw it on top of my closet (the top of the closet almost touches the ceiling, so it's a great hiding spot for things like these). Within a few seconds I found out that plastic bags are nowhere near enough to block off such a smell. I didn't have any other ideas on what to do with it, and since my brother was about to be home anyway, I simply ripped open the windows in my room and hoped that'd help.

When my brother finally came over, he decided we should watch a show... on the TV in my room -- the same room in which I was trying to hide the smelly cigar. After watching one episode of The Office, my brother, reasonably enough, asked for me to close the windows since it was getting uncomfortably cold. I somehow convinced him that we needed more fresh air, then we watched another episode. This entire time I couldn't really concentrate on anything because of how scared I was of getting caught.

After the second episode, my bro went to get something to eat. I immediately jumped on top of my desk so I could take the cigar off the closet. Once it was in my hands I stared at it for a bit. I couldn't go back to the shed and hide it there since that'd be suspicious, I couldn't hide it anywhere in the house because of the smell and I couldn't hide the smell itself either. So, I took it out of the bag and chucked it out the window. My hope was that it would make it to the street so it'd look like some pedestrian dropped it there, but woe is me, for it fell into some bushes on our property.

The next day I tried to find the cigar and dispose of it properly, but it was nowhere to be seen. It probably ended up decomposing anyway. The session in which we smoked the second cigar happened without any major hiccups. Afterwards, we went inside, listened to Rhapsody in Blue, chatted for around half an hour, then the lad went home.