moon bong haze

I stopped over at moonbongs shed today around five. He woke up and came to the door, invited me in and then started noticing there were people laying all over floor, most with trickles of vomit coming from their mouths. A few are blue enough and glassy eyed enough to pretty much be too dead to worry about.

"Party last night, Moonbong?"
"Every day it is like this. I get up, from... you know, where-ever I passed out, come in here to get a smoke and a bowl, and here they are. OD's.

We pushed a couple corpses off the couch, sat down. I turned to him and tried to sound like I cared, "Well, you know... you have parties, people die. Why they keep coming? Some kind of death cult, maybe?"
"No, man... it's just a family tradition, that you don't stop until you od. Some of these kids have not been building up a resistance since they got their first sweet taste of mama's acid laced belly juices. It hits them harder. And by the way, man, I never fuck their corpses."
"There was some talk about that. During the radio show."
"Man, I do not screw the dead. You do something like that once or twice, you get labelled if people find out, and no matter how many years you quit digging up the neighbor's pets to..."
"No need to recap, Moon."


I had forgotten how odd the Peace and Pipedreams characters are. Visiting Moon for the five o clock ambulance and hearse call that inevitably followed his nightly parties, I once more am happy to have a relatively normal life, and wonder, what... and when... I will regret being around Moonbong again. The feeling is inevitable, of course.

The ambulances arrive after about twenty minutes, scoop up the bodies... just before they do, a couple neighborhood kids come by and try to buy a few minutes with a little hottie corpse, and Moon acts like he would never do such thing.


I score some weed off of him and make a hasty exit. Already I am starting to regret hanging out with the characters from that radio show.


























Moon looks across the living room at all the overdosed people. "Not again, man. Every day around five, gotta call in the ambulances."







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