Weed is a hell of a drug. It will make you laugh, make you eat food, make you forget what you said five seconds before. It will also make you think you can go back to the future.
In college, Bradford, Kyle, Fudgeshop and I were driving to go see a movie at the local mall. Of course, we were super stoned at the time, more so than usual I suppose. Kyle remarked how the mall parking lot looking similar to the Hill Valley mall parking lot where Marty went to the past in Back to the Future.
I looked over to the driver Bradford. He had this crazed look in his eyes. He smiled this wicked smile, something you would see a cartoon villain do before he turned on a device to end the world. He
Then Bradford did the unthinkable. He put the peddle to the metal.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I asked Bradford.
“We got to get this thing up to 88 if we’re going to go back to the future,” Bradford said matter of factly.
“You’re what? Stop fucking around, we got to get to the movie…”
But Bradford wouldn’t listen, he was a man possessed. He had the need, the need for speed.
20 miles an hour. 30. 40. 50. I looked at the guys in the back seat, they were holding their seat belts for dear life with white knuckled hands. The grim look on their faces screamed apprehension.
We were going break some sort of record for largest speeding ticket in a parking lot. 60. 70. 80.
We had already done a lap of the entire mall at this point, flying past parked cars. But when we did finally did reach 88, we didn’t leave burned tire marks and shoot back to 1955. We came to a complete stop.
Bradford turned to me and smiled. I looked in the back seat, the guys were practically holding each other with fear. Then someone laughed, then another one, then we all fell into uproarious laughter.
To this day whenever I see that mall or Marty McFly, I think of that night when we almost went back to the future.
God bless Bradford, Back to the Future and most of all WEED.
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