FUCK!” That was the first thing that I uttered as my eyes shot open and I launched up released from my nightmare. I was sweating and promptly pushed my covers to the side as I sat up straight my legs now planted on the carpet of my dorm room. I stretched my arms while yawning the taste of stale marijuana in my breath.”Holy shit that was crazy” I muttered to myself as I got up from my bed once again stretching and looked to my side where my grinder full of residue was at the edge. I quickly moved it to the center of the dresser to prevent it from falling.

Last night had been crazy, college in general had been crazy. It had been great to get an escape from Atlanta and pursue my artistic dreams. I was determined to make it to Hollywood but for now there wasn’t anything wrong with enjoying life. As the Weekend song thursday had been “One of those nights”. I was four red solo cups full of hunch punch deep as well as three shots of fire ball so I was lit. Not to mention I’d had a sesh before the party consisting of two blunts, and bong in a rotation on four heads. Cross faded at it’s finest, and something I often was. It was hard for me and others to decide if I was a full blown pothead, alcoholic or a combination of both vices.

Sike! No doubt my love for the green leaf overwhelmed any affections I had for whiskey and coke. So much so that despite the fact that I was very blazed on the way to the party I’d rolled up about a .7 in a white grape blunt and brought it along to the party as well as a couple baggies to make a little money at the party and maybe even find someone willing to purchase and match. Well most of the night was pretty much a blur turning up with my friends and my new roommates. Oh yeah that shit was really crazy not the typical kind of crazy. I remember looking for a spot to smoke in secret, I was generally very generous when it came to my drug use but all the liquor in me was overwhelming and I wanted to face a blunt to calm down. I ended up running into one of my roommates Rory and decided to let him tag along on this blunt cruise.

Of course this search for a secluded spot to further intoxicate myself led to something far more interesting than any sativa or indica strain. Whatever we found..it was crazy, the weird noise it was emitting then bang! Fuck I remember my heart almost dropped Mike had scared the shit out of us. He probably know why I was wandering around and obviously I was paranoid walking around with weed. But I soon forgot that prank as I led them all into a cavern of sorts to investigate the mysterious glow. It was so bright and warmness came over me not unlike the kind when the vodka finally starts to hit. And then…

And then what? I don’t know that’s the problem. I don’t remember the night past that point. It seems my body was finally done in the fireball was catching up to all the ever-clear and punch in my system I guess. It didn't matter I was really fucked up and was walking around trying to find somewhere to smoke and found some glowing shit. I only wish I knew where it was it looked pretty expensive I could probably sell it to get money to buy a bunch of weed but whatever I’d re-up normally. I pushed thoughts from the night before out of my head and went into my bathroom turning the knob to start up the shower. I reached for my tooth paste and squeezed spreading the teeth whitening substance on my tooth brush. “Today is gonna be even better finna have the club going up on a Friday!” I grinned as brushed my teeth referencing one of my new favorite songs Tuesday with Drake and Makonnen.

“I ain’t that type of nigga thinking bout relationships! I-I-I be on that late night shit! They be-” The sound of my alarm blared.

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned out loud as turned off the alarm on my phone. Not only did I think it was way too early for me to be up, but I was experiencing one of the worse hangovers of my life. It was mostly the headache that I thought was going to literally kill me. I was definitely regretting last night now. I got to get to know my two roommates a little better, but other than that, I didn’t end up with a girl, I had to play babysitter, and now I was rewarded with a splitting headache. With a grunt at life itself, I rolled out of bed and headed to my desk. From one of the drawers I grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen. Not wasting anytime I gulped down a bit over the recommended amount before looking to the closed bathroom door. I guess I was going to be brushing my teeth yet. My eyes then fell to my bed. I nodded before holding my right hand to my head. I shook my head slowly before heading to the fridge.

Within the freezer, I spotted the ice tray and snatched it up. I then moved over to the counter where I grabbed a cup. For the three of us freshmen, we had a decent dorm set up. We had a common area which was like a living room with a microwave, couch, coffee table, and television. Then we had the bathroom, which was standard shower, sink, and toilet. Last but not least, was the room where we slept filled with beds, desks, posters of half naked women, and anything else guys were supposed to have in their room. There only happened two windows which were located in the bedroom.

In a matter of seconds, I was pouring myself a glass of cranberry juice. As the cold beverage chilled in my hand, I headed back towards my bed sipping it. I can’t say if it helped with the pain, but it tasted good as hell. I drank nearly half of the juice before setting the cup down on my desk.

“Fuck this headache…” I groaned before getting into bed and laying my head on my pillow.

It wasn’t long before a young god, swagga unflawed was out of the bathroom freshened up and ready for a great Friday. I wasn’t much of a morning person but I’d been trying to adopt a positive attitude about life lately which seemed to be helping so I started my day off with good vibes even if they were forced some times. The door swung open as I emerged from the bathroom in some black nike gym shorts, and a plain white t shirt with the bolded words Just Do It on the center.

“Morning bruh I’m not even gonna tell ya what you should do about the head ache just know I don’t have one” I grinned as I walked over to the drawer closest to my bed implying that marijuana was the reason I didn’t have a throbbing in my head. Really it was just that I didn’t binge drink as much as I wanted too last night which was weird considering I was positive I blacked out last night. I frowned as I searched the drawer and found my mason jar empty but found my stack of money in the pocket of my cargo’s was untouched.

I quickly removed a couple 10’s, pocketed them and closed the door. Any plans I had of an early smoke session before psychology went out the window, I’d just hit up my plug after class. I made my way over to the fridge to see what we had inside and felt a pressure building up inside my nose. I turned around not wanting to cough on the food, and to my surprise a huge burst of air accompanied my sneeze. The blast of air knocked blew everything off our counter to various parts of the room. “Holy shit! Yo Mike! What the fuck just happened bruh “ I just shook my head in disbelief at how one minute our room was fine then moments after I sneezed it looked like Darth Vader had been chilling in the room when his molly kicked in or something.

My headache was so bad, that I pretty much ignored Floyd until I heard commotion in the living room area.

“What the fuck did you?” I asked as I rolled out of bed to see what Floyd had fucked up. If I could describe Floyd, Rory, and I in single words they would be Wild, Chill, and Lively. I entered the living room area squinting from the pain of my headache to see the counter in shambles. “Come on man? How the hell do you knock everything over?” I complained before shaking my head. Seeing the bathroom empty was the only thing that gave me any peace. I went back into the room and exited with a change of clothes and a towel before going straight into the bathroom. Once in the hot shower, with the water drowning out any sharp sounds, I gave an exhale of relief. Maybe Floyd was right about smoking, but ibuprofen would do its thing in the meantime. I hummed Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi as I bathed.

After several minutes, I walked out wearing gray shorts, and plain black t-shirt with black socks on. I smiled as my headache subsided a bit. By this time, Floyd had cleaned everything up.

“You remember the end of last night?” I asked Floyd while I headed into the bedroom to grab my phone. I made way back into the living room and sat on the couch. I checked my unread messages from this morning and last night as well. “You and Rory are like the fattest skinniest people ever. Like dead fucking weight.” I said to him with a shake of my head as I replied to text message from a friend named Emma. So sorry about my roommates last night. Thanks a lot.