Pleading with Lita not to, sure enough when my Mom arrived for dinner, she spilled the beans.
My Mom familiar with marijuana because some of her young co-workers smoked on the receiving dock, asked me “why in the world are you smoking?”
I replied honestly ~ because I enjoyed it and asked her if she would like to try some!
My Mom said absolutely not and I went to my bedroom and got my baggie.
Showing her the green leaves, I told her that it was no different than the oregano, thyme and rosemary herbs that Lita used in her Costa Rican cooking.
Saying that there was no comparison and that marijuana was an illegal drug and that the police could arrest me, my Mom told me to throw it away.
Replying politely that I would not, I returned to my room and hid it in the back of my closet.
During the last two months of Sophomore year, my friend Mario Rigatoni was given a car by his parents.
The first to drive in our class, Mario would take us to buy beer illegally from Mr. Wu in San Francisco's Twin Peaks.
Favoring the Falstaff brand following Lito’s example, I would buy a six-pack and hide it also under the garage rafters.
Placing a few cans in the freezer to cool them down, I was now in the beginning stages of “backing up”; meaning that multiple mental stimulants were going to be my abnormal “normal.”
So while Tappy was at his girlfriend’s and my Mom was at work, Dukey and I were in the backyard smoking and drinking and howling at the moon.
Giving that free-loading Puggee sips of beer and blowing smoke in his face, he was the first dog I knew that really enjoyed getting high!
Lita asking Lito to not go home immediately after dinner and spend some quality time with Tappy and myself, Lito said he would only stay if we would be quiet, because he wanted to watch boxing and wrestling uninterrupted.
Turning off all the lights and leaning forward in his burgundy colored Barcalounger, he would constantly throw uppercuts at the screen and tell us to shush if we made a comment.
Lito trudged home across the street totally exhausted, due to his vicariously battling in the ring.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!