dryer sheets and moo moos.
Tonight I find myself nostalgic, one of the memories banging around in my head is the trip my family took to North Dakota a few years ago. Not so much the trip itself but the memory of my sister and me smoking weed in the nonsmoking hotel room. We only had one joint, and that’s all we had for the entire trip. The main thing I remember is us making a doob tube out of what we could find in the hotel. I remember my sister unrolling an entire thing of toilet paper just for the cardboard tube. She was wearing this hideous moo moo with a white base and multicolored stripes branching diagonally from the middle. It was some stupid Good Will find that my sister would wear because she found it humorous. She sang as she unrolled the toilet paper, and I thought she was crazy. I still do.
However the point is that this is how we used to bond. We never talk normally, not about anything of importance anyway. However, when we would smoke, we would compare notes on life and learn about each other every time. I miss the ability to bond with her like that. Now it seems like we never see each other, she goes to school in Canada and when she is home she is a ghost. In a way I miss her, even though she tends to be high strung most of the time. Its like I don’t know her anymore and we can’t share our old ritual.
Cherish what you have, you will miss it later. I miss connecting with my sister, I miss drugs too, but I miss the ability to talk to her like I used to.
The smell of dryer towels still remind me of weed. I miss those days.
