Dr.Seuss Hat

Inside a dimly lit living room The Inside Man blasted from the speakers while the TV silently flashed commercials and strange shadows. Pete put the blunt to his lips and took a long slow pull deeply inhaling. Holding his breath steady for one second two long, Pete gasped into a coughing fit. 

Through his violent loud cough and the music, the doorbell chimed quickly in rapid succession three times. As Pete caught his breath and soothed his raspy throat with a drink of water, he hurried to the door. 

Pacing on the porch, his guest anxiously awaited Pete. The door swung open and he immediately slammed his palm against it to help push it back faster. Immediately he stepped in and sees Pete, “You wearing that Dr.Seuss hat lookin thing ‘gain mothafucka, man…I told you not to wear that shit.”

“Let me hit that blunt, yo..” He takes the blunt from Pete’s fingers, takes a pull and exhales through his nose. Pete closes the door behind him while his guest goes for the lights taking his hat off and throwing it into a far corner of the room. 

“Man, why you all got it dark as fuck in here yo, whatcha doing in here anyway, man…hehehe,” he chuckled to himself as he hits the blunt again and flicks the light switch.

Falling into the couch, he nestles right in like always and says, “Hey, yo, why don’t you fix me a rum and coke right quick, man..” “Yeah, sure.” 

Slowly acknowledging, Pete walks into the kitchen as his guest proceeds to change the TV station while turning the music way down. Pete decided it would be best to pour a stiff drink for his guest so he could avoid having to serve him another for as long as possible. Or maybe he would tell him that was the last of the bottle, if he asked for another. 

Back in the brightened living room, Pete’s guest appeared comfortable with the blunt still smoking, watching In Living Color and laughing. Pete hands him his drink and sits down in a chair next to the couch.

“Hey man, that Fire Marshall Bill is crazy, man” his guest says as he finally hands Pete back a roach.

The doorbell suddenly rings. Pete looked at his guest in surprise. “Oh yeah, I meant to tell you, Dave was gonna pick me up right quick and we’s gonna split. Hey, can you get the door, I gotta finish this here drink.”

He chugged his drink and set the glass back down on the coffee table while Pete went for the door. As he opened the door his guest popped up right behind him and skirted past him. “Yo, later foo…peace!” 

Pete closed the door, kinda shaking his head in confusion. Turning down the lights, he picked up his Dr.Suess Hat from the corner and put it back on. He picked up his TV remote to mute the TV while he dropped back into his couch to nestle right back in. Turning the music back on he, he decided to role himself another blunt.