Late night summa advetahs

Went to brandon's last night to do a little humbaba then go get the $2 taco bell deal that adrian can describe in greater detail. Brandon lives in a kind of big house, most of which is a completely empty and unused addition, and in the basement under this unused addition is his dad's band room, so we go here to do humbaba and play some instruments, because it is far enough away from where everyone is actually living that they cant hear it.

after a couple big humbaba hits i am very high, and the option is on the table for one last big finale hit. i ask who will be driving to taco bell, me or a girl from brandons school that was with us. she says she is willing to drive; i say i am willing to take one more hit.

i kneel to the ground and suck in a whole lot of humbaba. i exhale the hit and know that i am about to enter a whole other level of high. with this thought (and the image of a nutcracker) in my mind, i let out something to the effect of, "Oh Mama." I stand up and turn around to face the door to the band room.

brandon's dad is leaning in through the door, giving a death glare to brandon. nothing is moving; the world is still.

a wave of horror washes over me: oh no, i think, this situation would be awful.

suddenly a second wave: this situation is actually happening.

a third wave sends my balls back up into my body: i am the kid in this situation who was on the floor taking a hit when his friend's dad opened the door. also, i may or may not have said "oh mama."

some background information on brandon's dad: brandons parents are douches. they once kicked him out of the house essentially for not wiping down the microwave and stove enough after he used them. after i let him spend the night at my house, they said that they could accuse my parents of kidnapping and that he wasnt allowed over anymore. as far as the band room goes, brandon is only allowed down there if he leaves it exactly the way he found it. last week the decorative tip of a whammy bar came off, and his dad claimed that his guitar was 'left in pieces on the floor,' and brandon was never allowed down there again. that situation was straightened out, and brandon was under the impression that he was allowed down there again.

what he didnt know was that he had to ask permission first. so as we are all frozen in place, me having just taken a hit and said "oh mama" right in front of his dad, he starts lecturing brandon on how he didnt ask, and how he always leaves things messed up. after 5 minutes or so (which felt like closer to 5 lifetimes or so) he hasnt acknowledged the humbaba at all. the thought crosses my mind that maybe he didnt notice the vape. then i remember that i was on the ground taking a hit and saying "oh mama" when he walked in. that may have caught his attention.

he tells brandon that brandon forgot to turn a light off in the basement. brandon says, 'i usually remember, im sorry.'

brandons dad says 'yeah, you usually remember a lot of things, when you're not stoned out of your mind.'

then he turns the light off in our room and everything is dark. after a couple seconds he mustve realized he hit the wrong switch and needed to see, because he turned our light back on and stormed off.

after a minute of silence, we went out to enjoy some tacos.