ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 2, CHAPTER 9. (standard:humor, 1232 words) [9/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Zil	Added: Jun 14 2012	Views/Reads: 2274/1680	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Roger, Hub Cap and Clarence get stoned.

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The bold Roger however intercepted it. “Think I'll try some more!” he
announced. 

Hub Cap and Clarence hee-hawed. Roger took a couple of deeper draws then
passed it on. 

“Well we best head back to Big Lucas,” said Hub Cap. “Rememba – we has
an execution lata.” 

“Oh yes,” agreed Roger. “Mine!” He giggled. “I say, Hub Cap, why does
Big Lucas want to execute me anyway?” 

“Well you sees, bro, you caught him at a bad moment when you landed
hea,” explained Hub Cap. 

Roger frowned. “Was he having trouble with the people or something?” 

“Naaa,” drawled Hub Cap, “he was awake!” 

They all giggled. 

“Anyways jus relax, bro,” Hub Cap told him. “Everythin fixed. You just
go through wit it. But you won't come to no harm.” 

“Sure?” 

“Yeah. Clarence hea's gonna help out. Ain't that right, man?” 

Clarence nodded. “Executin the bro jus cos he's wite is bullshit.” 

“Teacha's gonna help out too,” Hub Cap told him. “Rememba Teacha? That
foxy chick from the kid's school?” 

“Oh yes,” said Roger, nodding. 

“You see, bro. We has everythin organised. No needs to worry.” 

“Nice timin,” said Clarence. “Check out the next track.” He turned up
the stereo. 

‘Don't worry, bout a ting!! Cos every little ting, gonna be alright!!
boomed from the speakers. 

Although he hadn't heard it before, Roger found himself singing along
with Hub Cap and Clarence as the red sports car took off up the side 
street. 

Hub Cap produced another fat spliff, fired it up and handed it to Roger.
Clarence turned the reggae down to background. 

Roger drew more deeply this time and didn't cough. “I must say, this is
beginning to feel rather pleasant,” he admitted. 

Hub Cap laughed. “Shua is, bro!” he agreed. 

“An it gets better,” added Clarence. 

Roger took another draw. “Oh ship ahoy!” he declared then passed the
spliff on. He was definitely looking at things thru new eyes. Thru a 
new mind. Everything seemed different. Softer. Mellower. Floaty. Funny. 
He started to snigger. 

Hub Cap glanced at Clarence who grinned. “Whatin the hell you laughin
at, Rog?” he asked. 

Roger tried to compose himself. “Just thinking,” he said. 

“Bout what?” 

“You know that game called ‘Charades'?” 

“Oh yeah, where you gets a movie title or somethin an you has to act it
out so folks guess it?” 

“Yes...imagine trying to play that with blind people!” said Roger and
sniggered. 

Hub Cap and Clarence hee-hawed. 

“Yep, that ganja is most definite kickin in,” said Hub Cap. “Shua is,”
agreed Clarence and tweaked up the stereo. “Check this one out, Rog,” 
he said over his shoulder. 

“Okay,” agreed a nodding Roger. 

The song came on. ‘Ah wanna love you an treat you right!! Ah wanna love
you every day an every night!!' began booming from the stereo and the 
red sports car and its occupants boogied along the road. 

The song floated thru Roger's head as the red sports car floated thru
cartoon New Harlem and out into the lush countryside. 

Roger gazed out the window. ‘Wow!' he thought, gazing at the trees – he
had never seen such rich lush greenery. ‘Wow!' he thought, gazing at 
the river – he had never seen such sparkling tumbling water. ‘Wow!' he 
thought, looking at the sky – he had never seen such exquisite creamy 
blue. 

Hub Cap passed the spliff to him and he took a couple of deep draws then
passed it to Clarence. 

“You know, Hub Cap,” said Stoned Roger, “I never really wanted to be a
Fleet Pilot.” 

Hub Cap nodded. “So what did you want to be, man?” 

“I wanted to be superficial...loudmouthed...insecure...big headed.” 

“So you wanted to be an Italian!?” Hub Cap asked and they all laughed. 

As they drove on, Roger leaned back and continued to gaze out the window
as the world floated pleasantly by. He hadn't felt this relaxed 
since...since...well, come to think of it, he had never felt this 
relaxed. He grinned at everything. A little further on he noticed a 
sign by the side of the road. It said, ‘NEXT JOKE'. 

“So there Ah was, lyin in bed wit ma woman,” drawled Clarence. “We's
smoking some good weed. She turns to me an says, ‘I hear you's a 
paedophile'.” 

Hub Cap whistled. “Bullshit, man.” 

Clarence nodded. “Ah knows. So Ah turns to her an says, ‘Paedophile?
That's a mighty long word for a thirteen year old to be sayin.'” 

There was a moment's silence then they all hee-hawed. Hub Cap slapped
palms with Clarence as did Stoned Roger. 

“Shua had me for a moment there, bro!” admitted Hub Cap. 

“Me too...I think,” muttered the Stoned One. 

Clarence laughed, turned up the stereo and they all sang their way back
to Big Lucas. 


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