The last Pile

One evening as Zangari bar was closing, Tee invited me over to where Phil and he were living on Seymore St, to watch a movie. I don’t remember what it was, but we both were eager to watch this which was to start around 1:30 am. I thought this would also be a great place to get away from a few of my eager friends who wanted to party and with my party goods. What better place then Phil and Tee’s place, as neither party with drugs. I just got an eight ball which usually last me to early dawn, so I thought I would watch the movie, and then go meet a friend for some early morning fun and partying. I dumped the eight ball onto the mirror which was about 5 or 6 inches in length and laid out two lines the length of the mirror, and took one and offered the mirror to Tee. Too my surprise, he took it, did it and then handed me the mirror back. I looked at the mirror and saw only the one line left! Tee did the entire pile i.e. the eight ball! I glared at Tee and said, WTF? Tee looked at me so surprised and said “what’s wrong Coach, wasn’t I suppose to do the pile”? At first I thought he was bull shitting me and I was pissed. He told me that he mistakenly took it, not knowing which to take. I didn’t believe him but as then as I thought about him not doing drugs, I calmed down and accepted his defense. I don’t recall any of the conversation after that and after my 2 lines were gone, I started to feel tired, looked at my empty mirror, and got up to head home (I never did see the end of the movie). Tee who still seemed un-affected by the eighth said, “Coach, why are you leaving, the movie is just getting interesting”. I sighed, and went home to crash. I don’t recall a Sat evening that I crashed this “early”, during all of my partying years. To the very end of my party days, I never handed a mirror to Tee or any other non drugie. Hmmm, I wonder why :)