It was early when Mandy hit me up. Mandy in the sky of diamonds. She was my psychedelic love child. We have been through a lot, we can speak whole sentences to each other with just one look. She said Le Apple and that's all she needed to say. I knew what was about to go down.
Mandy was a year younger than me. It was music that first got us talking to each other. I remember seeing her in line as I was going into the Aquabat show at The Glass House. I didn't know she was a Cadet. From there we would message each other about different shows we went to and bands we should check out.
I believe it was her, that said she had some herb and wanted to watch Old School. I was too down. I haven't seen it yet. It was just out in Theaters. She picked me up and it was on from there.
"Hey, do you have a disc case? I need to break up this weed."
"Yeah, there should be one on the side of the door, somewhere"
With the jar of herb in one hand, I move a few things around on the side of the car door, and I feel something. I grab it Exodus, I think to myself hell yeah. I pop it open and throw in Bob Marley and with my other hand, I close and put a nug of chronic on the disc case. I couldn't think anything better. I had one last zig-zag paper. I pull it out of my pocket. I made sure the nug is broken up nicely, so I can roll this joint right. As sprinkle the herb into the paper, make sure it nice and even, I fold it inside of the zig-zag and roll it with my finger. I lick the gummy side of the paper so that I can seal the joint, but just as I do that we hit a bump. I break the center of the joint, fuck this is not going to work.
"Hey, can you stop by the 711 real quick"
"What happened?" with her eyes, she saw the mess I made of the joint "No worries"
She pulls into the 711, I jump out. I'll be right back
Once I get inside, the first thing I see is nice fresh green apples. Fuck perfect. I pick one out, trying to envision which one will be the best for a deep bowl and to make a nice hole to puff that shit. I find the best one. Pay for it and walk out.
"Le Apple, nice" Mandy says with a big smile.
I sit down, turn up the music, pack a bowl, light it up and puff, puff inhale the smoke, holding it as long as I can, this is no time to waste the holy spirit of Jah.
One love (what about one heart)
One heart (oh oh)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright
Let's get together and feel alright
(give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright)
Ah yes, everything will feel alright. I hand Le Apple to mandy with the lighter. She takes Le Apple and lighter, one in each hand, and uses her knees to hold the wheel as she takes a huge rip. And that's when I knew Mandy and me were going to be really good friends.
