mafungohead

Stopped by 35's crib on the way home. Ended up hanging out for a couple of hours drinking Turkish coffee and talkin' shit with his roomy, who's incredibly interesting btw (kid made me 5 cd's to take with, that never happens). Anyway, at the center of our pow wow was the beautiful Hookah that 35 lugged thousands of miles from Israel back here, on planes trains and automobiles, through countless security checks and immigration lines, in his backpack making sure that it arrived in one piece. We smoked a beautiful concoction of "Two Apples" tobacco and ganj, which not only tasted delicious, but left me in a state of physical and mental euphoria. After I thanked my hosts for an enchanted evening, I grabbed my gifts and proceeded home, feeling as good as a man can feel without having indulged in the pleasures of a woman. Not twenty yards from his door step...CRASH!!!

35: "That's not what I think it is, is it?"
MH: "Uh..."

I stand there, catatonic, staring at broken shards of glass. My beloved Hookah, shattered before my very eyes.

35: "You're kidding me, I lug that thing for thousands of miles and you couldn't make it twenty feet?"
MH: "I'm sorry. My heart's absolutely broken. There couldn't have been a worse ending for a more perfect evening."

I bow my head in shame, unable to find a shred of brightness in my dismal departure.

35: "At least we got one good smoke in."

It's a smoke I'll never forget.