Under The Bridge

Alright, so I thought this story would be a fun one to share as my first personal story. This story contains underage use of illegal marijuana. I do not support the illegal use of any drugs or the use of legal drugs while underage. I was young and dumb, please have a laugh and learn from my story but do not repeat my mistakes. This story also uses fake names for all involved except myself and as it was several years ago I do not remember exact dialog so that is semi-fictionalized but all the events are true.

This is the story of the very first time I ever smoked weed.

Now a few details of this story are disputed by my friends we were all baked after all so not everything is crystal clear in our minds, plus several of the people involved in this story are no longer a part of my life. Regardless the main points of the story are what's important and funny so that's what I'll stick to.

I was 14 or 15 years old my best friend at the time, lets call her Jessica, and I were dating two best friends, lets call them Trevor and Clayton. Trevor being my boyfriend and Clayton being hers. Clayton was living in this neighborhood called Fairview with his buddy, lets call him Max. Me and Jessica and Clayton and Max went underneath the walking bridge that connects Fairview with lower Fairview to smoke weed.

Now, lower Fairview was then and is still the worst neighborhood in town. There's a lot of criminal activity especially drug related. The one thing my parents always told me was to never go there at night.

So were smoking underneath the bridge and then we head back to Clayton and Max's place for a bit. It was my first time getting stoned so I didn't know what to expect, but I was also the only newbie of the group. So they were doing what I know all to well now, watching and waiting for the weed to kick in on me. The next thing I know I am STARVING. I was so hungry and the cravings came rolling in.

"Guys, I'm hungry. Like REALLY hungry!" they all burst out into laughter.

"Congrats, Bree. You've got the munchies!" The laughter continued, "Lets walk to the 711 and get some snacks."

Little did I know the 711 was in lower Fairview. Oh, I also forgot to mention it was probably around 2 am. I don't remember exactly but it was definitely after dark. I'm also not certain when Trevor showed up. He wasn't there when we were smoking but he was there for parts of the walk, so I'm not sure when exactly he showed up.

So we all walk across the walking bridge we had smoked under and into lower Fairview. There are two playgrounds in lower Fairview. One of them connected to an elementary school. A little while into our walk Jessica begins freaking out that we've been walking FOREVER and the guys have to be fucking with us and leading us in circles because we passed like six parks!

"I don't know what you're like baked, Jessica, but we definitely haven't passed six parks!" I laugh.

Jessica decided to stop and wait at a bench in a little area surrounded by trees near the foot of a bath we were heading down. Here details are foggy again. I know Trevor didn't go to the store with us but Jessica swears that it was Max who waited with her. But I thought Trevor was already with us at that point so where would he have been if not with her? Anyways regardless, Jessica stays back with Max and or Trevor, none of them make it to the store with us. Also Clayton and I picked up one of his friends either just before the others stopped walking with us or just after. Not sure of that either but this friend made it to the store with us and had the same name as Max so I'll call him Max 2.

So Clayton, Max 2 and I went to 711 and got snacks and Slurpees for us and the others and began to head back to meet up with them. Now when I said before that I was hungry I was not kidding. As soon as we left the store I was scarfing down ketchup chips like I had been starved all day. So were walking and I'm snacking and we get to the beginning of this long curved path that through the trees that leads back to where we left the others but at the begging on this path is a very frightening looking man.

He was big and built like a tank, at least 7 feet tall, and keep in mind as I said before this is the sketchiest neighbourhood in town in the middle of the night. The man meets us with a surprisingly warm greeting.

"One of you guys got a smoke I can bum?" Clayton hands him a smoke from his pack without hesitation as I anxiously shove chips in my face.

"Thanks, man. Hey. You wouldn't happen to have any weed would ya?"

"Nah man, Clayton retorts, "We smoked it all." Everyone chuckles but me, still panicking and shoving chips in my face.

The man pauses for a minute with a smirk on his face, somewhat mischievous, that only I seem to notice. He slowly begins to unzip his jacket and my panic increases.

"Hey, you guys wanna buy a machete?" WHAT THE FUCK?!?! In quick swift movements he fully unzips his jacket, pulls out a machete, unsheathes it and begins waving it around in front of our faces. I froze handful of chips in front of my face and there's a moments pause where I can tell Clayton and Max 2 are both trying to figure out how to get us out of this, but the pause is brief.

"Nah, man. We don't got any money on us" Clayton responds with an unbelievable amount of chill and just as quickly as the machete was brought out it is put back away.

"All good, man! I should head er' I gotta pick up my girl at a party."

"Yeah, we gotta go too. See ya man."

We begin to walk away but the man I've mentally labelled Machete Guy stays where he stands, watching us as he walks away. Its a solid 15 minutes of walking before the path curves and we can no longer see the start of it and that entire time Machete Guy remains there, just watching.

We reach the others and my ability to speak returns as I relay the events to them. As we talk they ease my tension and I slowly begin to relax. We walk down the streets and Trevor turns and walks backwards to talk to me as we go. Suddenly a look of shock and horror comes across his face.

"Babe, what? What's up?" I ask as my panic rises again.

"Its Machete Guy! Run!" I immediately screamed and ran without a second thought practically tripping over myself until the entire group bursts into unanimous laughter. I slow and turn around to find it was all a joke.

"Fuck you Trevor!" I laugh and playfully punch his shoulder.

The night ended with laughs and more smoke and the story of Machete Guy has lived on ever since.