The last time I really
full-on cried my eyeballs out was about a year go...
I was traveling with a girl I'd met in Bangkok shortly after coming to Thailand. I was in love with her. Fuck you, I was. We were in Koh Lanta (below):
She and I hiked over to a rasta bar around midday. It was unbearably hot and the air smelled of the sea and dry tropical flowers.
The bar was closed but the Thai rasta was hammering away at the makeshift bamboo bar trying to get it fixed up.
"Weed?" I asked. He took a wide look around to make sure everything is kosher. Then he produced a baggie full of shitty weed, supposedly grown in the mountains of Burma. I paid him and my gal and I ambled back to our bungalow and laid down for a bit with the AC on.
We got naked and went at it. After, she put her panties back on and a tiny white shirt that barely fit her.
I rolled a joint and we stepped out onto the back porch. I lit it up and we took turns puffing at it. She'd only smoked a few times in her life and looked unbelievably adorable trying to smoke this thing in her teeny-tiny shirt and undies. I snapped some photos but sorry, those are for me and me only.
I smoked a good 3/4 of the doob myself. A few minutes later and I'm stoned out of my gourd. The jungle just beyond the back porch is alive with primal music.
Shitty Burmese weed nothin'.
We go back inside and I launched up Youtube. "Come here" I says to my gal. She comes. I wrap my arms around her and press play. We listen.
At around 2:00, I lose it. I weep and weep in pure happiness with my nose buried in her thick black hair. True story.