top of page
  • CRH



Brian began smoking marijuana around 10:30 that morning, after breakfast was finished and there was nothing more requiring accomplishment. No work, no errands, no small chips into a mountain that could define his life. There was nothing precluding smoking by 10:30 that morning.

Brian opened the heavy bulkhead doors, exposing his basement to a steep angled view of the backyard and amplifying the chatter of birds congregating in the trees. He held the glass pipe to his mouth, lighting the weed in the bowl and inhaling slowly. He watched the orange ember and the ways it flared and speculated whether he was taking a large enough hit to feel the effects.

4 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Too god damned much

Smoking weed in the backyard. The child fast asleep now, I hope, too tired to advocate further for the things she wants. “But I want it,” she falls back on, frequently when we deny her. “That’s not th


I told myself. I told myself and told myself how to be and then in the moment of decision I did whatever I felt like doing


2022.02.02 I’m not quitting. I will ride again. Unless I die sooner. But I don’t think that’ll happen In the near future.


Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page