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Saturday, 12 November 2011

The Guardian of The Drug Eaters- MARY JANE by Lady Dalston (Chapter 2)

'Hours can be spent looking at the same thing...hours
Hours can be spent laughing at the same thing...hours
Hours cabn be spent musing at the same thing...hours
Hours can be spent smoking the same thing...hours
Hours can be spent falling for the same thing....hours
Time consuming hours can be spent with the time consuming Mary Jane

At first it is very exciting.  Borderline legal, borderline illegal.  The equipment is new and makes young tactile fingers twitch.  Rebellious, even if everyone you know already dabbles.

Watching your companions drop one by one, like sleepy bumblebees on a warm hot summers day.  What had started as civillised, witty and slightly intellectual conversation slipped ever so subtely to immature giggling.
Gradually movements become slow and cumbersone.  Conversation dropped to a minimalistic state rotating amongst the same topics.  The room becomes foggy, the walls swirling, people become unfocused and time becomes irrelevant.  Time could stand frozen or accelerate at an alarming rate.

As a Gaurdian, this world was most tiresome.  the once entrancing bits and pieces seems messy, the stinging eyes uncomfortable, the conversation tiring, the empty snack packets strewn clumsily seemed to spread and the lack of movement, words and life was stifling.

And yet, the Drug Eaters consumed and consumed.  More and more.  A never ending cycle of rolling on and on. 

Take a bit, grind, grab a paper, add tobacco, add weed, tear off a roach, roll roach, add roach to paper, roll, lick, admire, light, inhale, hold, exhale, smile and descend into highness.  
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 

As a Gaurdian you watch.  Always watching.  The endless cycle.  Amid curiosity and defiance.  Someone has to offer to go to the shop and feed the munchies.  Someone has to want to get fresh air.  Someone has to be able to get up.

However one cannot be defiant forever.  There comes a time when the joint assumes it can pass you but because you are a Gaurdian, not a Drug Eater.  Anyone would be tempted but a Gaurdian?  At that point your hand is outstretched, taking it from the air and taking a puff.  Casually, as if it is a regular thing.  Easy to pull off due to the careful observation over time.  Ignoring the raised eyebrows, grateful fo the lack of verbal acknowledgement from the Drug Eaters and embracing the descent into highness.
Before too long the Gaurdians are able to settles into the Drug Eaters rountine.  On repeat, On repeat. It is a welcome break from keeping a watchful eye open. Now everything is cloudy. A different kind of safe. Safe from responsibility.  For a brief time a Gaurdian wandered in the Land of the Drug Eaters.  Taking in everything, good and bad.  There was no hostility from the Drug eaters or the Lands itself.  No pride, no shame and no regret of having been the circle that had enticed a Guardian from its post.  A line had been crossed but the world hadn't ended.

Sometimes everything was hysterical. Joyful.  Nothing could be more funny than what we could see.  Everyone was witty.  A change of octave in a song was beautiful.  Nothing tasted better than when it was feeding the munchies.  The room had never spun so gently.  The smoke hung delicately in the air.  Hours became minutes.  Seconds became weeks.  Silence could be so peaceful or happy.  The senses came alive and were dullled simultaneously in that someone stroking your neck felt incredible but to tray and focus your eyes became impossible.

As a Guardian it was entering the unknown.  Finally to experiance what the Drug Eaters did with such ease and familiarity.  Finally to understand why this process was so delightful to repeat.  To master the art of creating a joint.  To become proficient at rolling.  Skills, emotions, experiences, knowledge that no Guardian has dare lean before.  To learn to judge the quality of the herbs, how to convince a dealer to lave the house and meet you because you could barely stand up, to know you've got a good deal and when you've been ripped off.

  Oh to explain the excitement of a Gaurdian treading through the world they had been convinced they had to watch over!

As a Guardian you look back at the time spent watching over the Drug Eaters who spent their evenings, afternoons, nights and mornings in the company of Mary Jane with  hint of remorse.  Time wasted surely?  These drug eaters were safe.  Even without their Guardian nothing happened.  A false mission? Or run thorugh? Or a test? A rehearsal, training a preperation for the future missions that were coming?  If that was the case it was tempting to believe that I had already failed.  Or, and by far the more appealing, this Guardian had learnt a valuable lesson.  Delving into the Drug eater lands had opened both eyes and mind, given valuable insight and an enjoyable experience.  
But a Guardian can always say no right?  A Guardians is always ready to watch over a Drug Eater.  To that we can never say no.