Sarah is my morbid fantasy. Sarah is the light of my world. Sarah is standing infront of me smoking a butt. That mouth so fruitful and young. Her hair was that sorta pinkish red like something out of a comic book. Her eyes were as green as frsh cut grass. Every draw of smoke was hypnotizing. I watch her lips wrap around the filter as she inhales and then she speaks..

"Hey Paul," I'm stunned. "Hi Sarah," she smiles.

How does she do it?

"I saw your band at The Dive the other night," she steps closer, "You guys were pretty awesome."

My throat knots and my palms sweat.

"Really?" I can't stop staring. "You really like my band?"

The little voice is talking again. I gotta shut that thing up.

"Yeah, I never knew you were such a talented singer," she takes another drag off the black clove and bats her eyes as she exhales.

"Wow, I didn't think you were into that kinda music," I am John's rampant disbelief.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Skipkot concert tomorrow night?" She looks into my eyes as she says it, comes a little closer, and smiles wider.

I don't know what paralell universe I've entered but I don't care. The small voice is talking again but I've stopped listening.

"I'd love to!" I look back into her smokey emerald eyes, "what time should I pick you up?"

"Give me a call tomorrow aound 7:30," she reaches into my front pocket," I'll tell you how to get to my house."

She pulls out my pack and writes her number on the inside of the lip and put's them back.

With a gentle pat on the thigh she says, "There, now you can't lose it." With a wink and a smile she walks off to class.

This is the best I've ever felt with out herbal supplements! She wants to go to a concert with me! ME!?

My heart still pounding, I felt the urge to run and jump and skip. I wanted to do cart-wheels on the dean's desk and back-flips through space! I decided that I the excitment was too much for me to finish class so I went home.

On my way a homeless guy asked if he could bum (no pun intended) a smoke. Of course I was in such a great mood I tossed him my whole pack.

"Good day to you sir for mine is the best of all!" I stroled home whistling the whole way.

Of course, it wasn't  until I was sitting on my couch about to spark up a bowl when I realized what I had done.

And there I sat, crushed. My hopes lost and my spirit wilted. The small voice kept talking and I couldn't help but listen...