Blunt Ride

She calls me
and says that
she wants to
go for a ride.

I say, “ok.”

She says that
she wants to
get high, and
she asks if we
can smoke tonight.

I say that we can.

And then I pick her up
and we go for a drive.

She takes one hit
of the blunt
and says that
she’s gonna die.

I tell her that
she will be fine.

But then she passes out.

I nudge her but
she doesn’t wake up.

“Fuck,” I say,
and I turn back
for my place.

She comes to as
I try to pick her up
from the passenger seat.

“What’s going on?” She asks.

“You passed out, babe.”

“From what?”

“You took a hit of the blunt.”

“Just one?”

I pick her up and say, “yup.”

“Oh,” she says.
She rubs her eyes.
“Where are we now?”

“My place,” I say.


Then I carry her inside
and we go to bed.


Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

28 thoughts on “Blunt Ride

      1. Of course, Ray. BTW how I respond to Lou is completely different than how I would respond to you. In other woids, I would never ask you “then what” after you entered a bedroom…but if I egg Lou on a bit, he’ll go into graphic detail. Gotta love him for that talent!

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