Danny Does Dabs: The First Time 🙃
The year is 2015.
I'm sitting at home drinking a beer when I get a random add on Facebook.
Her name is Rachel and we have some things in common. I figure 'what the fuck?'
and we commence conversation. Within a few hours, it feels like we've known each other
for ages. She tells me she lives in Ohio and that I should totally visit because she doesn't
have a passport or the means to visit me. I said I'd think about it and see what I could do
if I had other plans or shit. I wasn't even sure that it was going to happen.
Fast forward to two months later in November.
I booked a flight to Ohio and hadn't given a second thought that I was going all the way to
another country, to meet someone I barely knew that I'd met on Facebook only a few months earlier.
On the plane I was, pissing myself. 'What the fuck have I done?' 'What if she turns out to be a gross tranny dude who wants to blow me?" Thousands of situations poured through my brain. I kid you not, I thought I was going to have a heart attack when they made the announcement that we would soon be landing in Cincinnati.
I should stop to point out that only knowledge I had of this area came from Hawthorne Heights and Jeffrey Dahmer and that really wasn't much. Armed with that, some US dollars, my passport and a small wheelie case I walked off the aeroplane and strutted through the terminal like I was the hottest shit ever. In retrospect, it felt more like the runway on RuPaul's show. It was all false bravado. Rachel and her boyfriend were to pick me up at the terminal. I wasn't sure where they were going to be. I knew they'd know me without any trouble, heavily tattooed and pierced and in all black-kind of hard to miss.
I found them outside the terminal and we hugged and piled into her boyfriend's car. They didn't have anything on them, so it meant that we had to score. What I didn't know is that we would be taking an adventure over the state lines and into Kentucky! The only think I knew (and still know) about Kentucky is they have a colonel there who has an unhealthy obsession with fried chicken. We drove for what felt like forever and arrived in the middle of the night basically at some dude's house. They were friends with him or knew him from someplace.
He was mega chill. He invited us in, made sure we were comfortable before he asked us how much we wanted. I wasn't sure if I was going to like doing dabs. I'd smoked pot before and that really didn't do much for me, it was the edibles that I loved. I figured, why not go for it. I don't remember how much I got but it was $90 worth and it kept us stoned for about three days in total. Rachel's bf, who's name I honestly can't remember, I wanna call him Justin but I don't know, had a rig ready to go. I figured we'd go halvesies on the dabs, but it didn't work out that way and I wasn't really wanting to argue with the price, the amount or money, I just wanted to get high. He pulled out a lighter and hit it first. He passed it to Rachel, who then passed it to me. I inhaled and it felt like I was flying. This was better than any first puff on a joint I'd ever had. Why the fuck did I wait so long to try this? I took another hit before passing it over. My head was starting to swim and it was as if my brain was floating out the door with the fourth hit.
I was nice and toasted by the time we left the house, the rest of the stuff safely hidden in my bag. Justin as well call him, had only taken a hit and was pretty calm by the time we left almost 2 and a half hours later. When I got to the hotel, I could barely keep it together as I was checking in. I was giggly and glassy eyed as I handed over my passport and signed the room agreement. Actually, I don't even think I signed my name, I think it was just a giant swiggly with the pen. I just wanted to get to the room, murder a grinder and then crash. I fell into the pillows feeling amazing and wanting to never let this feeling go.
A DAY OR SO LATER
When I took this photo, I wasn't even sure where the fuck I was- some part of or near Cincinnati. All I knew was that I felt out of my body, amazing and in the need for some ink. I took a taxi over to Rachel's house, I don't remember why she couldn't just meet me there or something. The ride cost me like $60 to go from my hotel to her house then to the shop. She put in nothing for the part of us going to the shop together and that kinda pissed me off. It struck me as another asshole thing she's done in like 2 day's time and it didn't stop there. When we got to the shop I agreed that I'd get us the matching tattoos, you know a token of friendship, but while there she said she wanted to get a few other things if I didn't mind waiting. I had nothing else to do, so I was like 'go ahead.' I watched her get three other little tattoos done, and we smoked while we were there as well. It was good vibes, tattoos and chill people, what could I go wrong? After a few hours of getting ink and chilling it was time to pay and get the fuck out of there. I was feeling pizza so I figured I'd drop Rachel back at her house then get back to my hotel I'd smoke a little more and get a stuffed crust pizza. The tattooist said she'd calculated what we owed I pulled out my wallet and Rachel turns to me and is like, "You got this, right? I didn't bring any cash." Rage shot through me. 'Is this bitch fucking kidding me? First I paid for the dabs and then this?' I had to control myself and not reach out and smack the piss out of her. We paid and headed off to get drinks at Target up the street, with me, of course, footing the bill.
I didn't say anything to her and to this day I still haven't. We don't speak anymore, either. I haven't spoken to her in a year or so. It wasn't just that, it was the whole rush into the friendship I think it was. And quite honestly, I didn't care. I was too engaged in self-destruction to calculate and weigh any sort of decisions or make any real lasting connections with anyone. To some extent, I still don't care, but I've met a few people who've changed all that for me. We did go to a pizza buffet with her boyfriend and daughter and I think that was her treat, which was nice. It was either her or her bf that paid for it. And you bet your fuckin ass I stuffed my pockets with breadsticks and cheesey dipper bites. Pay once for all you can eat? You gonna bet your arse Danny got his money's worth-well in this case, their money's worth. I hung out alone in my hotel the last two days of my trip before getting in a taxi and heading to the airport. Pissed off and wanting to just go home and sleep, I boarded the plane a changed man...well semi-changed and kind of drunk. I've not done a thing like this, maybe I learned a lesson or maybe I just am tired of other people's shit. You know what I did for a holiday in 2016? I took my ass to Helsinki. Yep, went to Helsinki and had an adventure in a hostel...you can read about that time on here too, part one. If I ever get round to writing the second part, you'll be able to read it here too.
On the plane I was, pissing myself. 'What the fuck have I done?' 'What if she turns out to be a gross tranny dude who wants to blow me?" Thousands of situations poured through my brain. I kid you not, I thought I was going to have a heart attack when they made the announcement that we would soon be landing in Cincinnati.
I should stop to point out that only knowledge I had of this area came from Hawthorne Heights and Jeffrey Dahmer and that really wasn't much. Armed with that, some US dollars, my passport and a small wheelie case I walked off the aeroplane and strutted through the terminal like I was the hottest shit ever. In retrospect, it felt more like the runway on RuPaul's show. It was all false bravado. Rachel and her boyfriend were to pick me up at the terminal. I wasn't sure where they were going to be. I knew they'd know me without any trouble, heavily tattooed and pierced and in all black-kind of hard to miss.
I found them outside the terminal and we hugged and piled into her boyfriend's car. They didn't have anything on them, so it meant that we had to score. What I didn't know is that we would be taking an adventure over the state lines and into Kentucky! The only think I knew (and still know) about Kentucky is they have a colonel there who has an unhealthy obsession with fried chicken. We drove for what felt like forever and arrived in the middle of the night basically at some dude's house. They were friends with him or knew him from someplace.
He was mega chill. He invited us in, made sure we were comfortable before he asked us how much we wanted. I wasn't sure if I was going to like doing dabs. I'd smoked pot before and that really didn't do much for me, it was the edibles that I loved. I figured, why not go for it. I don't remember how much I got but it was $90 worth and it kept us stoned for about three days in total. Rachel's bf, who's name I honestly can't remember, I wanna call him Justin but I don't know, had a rig ready to go. I figured we'd go halvesies on the dabs, but it didn't work out that way and I wasn't really wanting to argue with the price, the amount or money, I just wanted to get high. He pulled out a lighter and hit it first. He passed it to Rachel, who then passed it to me. I inhaled and it felt like I was flying. This was better than any first puff on a joint I'd ever had. Why the fuck did I wait so long to try this? I took another hit before passing it over. My head was starting to swim and it was as if my brain was floating out the door with the fourth hit.
I was nice and toasted by the time we left the house, the rest of the stuff safely hidden in my bag. Justin as well call him, had only taken a hit and was pretty calm by the time we left almost 2 and a half hours later. When I got to the hotel, I could barely keep it together as I was checking in. I was giggly and glassy eyed as I handed over my passport and signed the room agreement. Actually, I don't even think I signed my name, I think it was just a giant swiggly with the pen. I just wanted to get to the room, murder a grinder and then crash. I fell into the pillows feeling amazing and wanting to never let this feeling go.
When I took this photo, I wasn't even sure where the fuck I was- some part of or near Cincinnati. All I knew was that I felt out of my body, amazing and in the need for some ink. I took a taxi over to Rachel's house, I don't remember why she couldn't just meet me there or something. The ride cost me like $60 to go from my hotel to her house then to the shop. She put in nothing for the part of us going to the shop together and that kinda pissed me off. It struck me as another asshole thing she's done in like 2 day's time and it didn't stop there. When we got to the shop I agreed that I'd get us the matching tattoos, you know a token of friendship, but while there she said she wanted to get a few other things if I didn't mind waiting. I had nothing else to do, so I was like 'go ahead.' I watched her get three other little tattoos done, and we smoked while we were there as well. It was good vibes, tattoos and chill people, what could I go wrong? After a few hours of getting ink and chilling it was time to pay and get the fuck out of there. I was feeling pizza so I figured I'd drop Rachel back at her house then get back to my hotel I'd smoke a little more and get a stuffed crust pizza. The tattooist said she'd calculated what we owed I pulled out my wallet and Rachel turns to me and is like, "You got this, right? I didn't bring any cash." Rage shot through me. 'Is this bitch fucking kidding me? First I paid for the dabs and then this?' I had to control myself and not reach out and smack the piss out of her. We paid and headed off to get drinks at Target up the street, with me, of course, footing the bill.
I didn't say anything to her and to this day I still haven't. We don't speak anymore, either. I haven't spoken to her in a year or so. It wasn't just that, it was the whole rush into the friendship I think it was. And quite honestly, I didn't care. I was too engaged in self-destruction to calculate and weigh any sort of decisions or make any real lasting connections with anyone. To some extent, I still don't care, but I've met a few people who've changed all that for me. We did go to a pizza buffet with her boyfriend and daughter and I think that was her treat, which was nice. It was either her or her bf that paid for it. And you bet your fuckin ass I stuffed my pockets with breadsticks and cheesey dipper bites. Pay once for all you can eat? You gonna bet your arse Danny got his money's worth-well in this case, their money's worth. I hung out alone in my hotel the last two days of my trip before getting in a taxi and heading to the airport. Pissed off and wanting to just go home and sleep, I boarded the plane a changed man...well semi-changed and kind of drunk. I've not done a thing like this, maybe I learned a lesson or maybe I just am tired of other people's shit. You know what I did for a holiday in 2016? I took my ass to Helsinki. Yep, went to Helsinki and had an adventure in a hostel...you can read about that time on here too, part one. If I ever get round to writing the second part, you'll be able to read it here too.
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I'm still trying to work out some things for other blogs, so much of them remain unfinished or I just am having a hard time writing about the emotions and stories. It's been a bigger challenge than I thought it would be, so stay patient if you're waiting for some of those. I've also got a new Delectables with Dan in the work so we'll see where that takes us! I'm going to try and do more with those, branch out a bit further, so if you have suggestions I'd love them. :3
I'm still trying to work out some things for other blogs, so much of them remain unfinished or I just am having a hard time writing about the emotions and stories. It's been a bigger challenge than I thought it would be, so stay patient if you're waiting for some of those. I've also got a new Delectables with Dan in the work so we'll see where that takes us! I'm going to try and do more with those, branch out a bit further, so if you have suggestions I'd love them. :3
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