The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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 I interviewed my older brother about his childhood and we had a good time reminiscing  about our old high school. He told me about the first and only time he went to school after smoking. Mr. Brown was the school principle, a tall bearded man that everyone was kind of afraid of.

Thomas was sitting in a car with four of his friends, at the back of the parking lot where (hopefully) no one could get a good look at them. 

He took a pull from the blunt and looked at the time on his watch.

“We should try and hurry up, first bell is about ring in like ten min- kHOFF! KAHK! KAHK!

Thomas started coughing up a storm, sending out puffs of smoke and further filling up the already fogged up car. 

The rest of them snickered at his momentary pain. For some reason, seeing someone cough after taking a hit never stops being funny, even though it happens all the time to just about everyone. 

“Yea he’s right tho, finish that shit so we can bounce.”

A few minutes later they all hop out of the car to begin their walk towards the highschool. 

The extended walk from the park helps to get rid of the smell from your clothing, but that minor fact was doing nothing to help Thomas’ nerves at this moment. 

He’d never smoked before going to school, and as is usually the case after getting high, he’s now heavily questioning his sober self’s decision making.  

“Yo, you don’t think we smell do you?” he asked Dan.

“I don’t know, you scared?” he replied with a grin.

“I mean, kind of. Didn’t Matt literally get caught by Mr. Brown last week just for looking high? If we smell at all we’re screwed.”

Dan put up his hands and shrugged. He hasn’t gone to school sober since freshman year, and his don’t-give-a-shit attitude definitely reflects that. 

“You’re good, don’t worry about it. Just make sure you look Mr. Brown in the eyes and say ‘Good mooorning, Mr. Browwwn.’ ; with a smile. It’ll make you seem less suspicious in his eyes.” 

They were now 10 feet away from the front entrance, with Mr. Brown standing there greeting every student, as he does every morning.

Thomas put on his best straight face and took a deep breath:

“Good mooorning, Mr. Browwwn.” 

They all said it unison, which Mr. Brown undoubtedly found peculiar given his expression. His eyebrow was almost up to his hairline. 

“You boys seem to be in a good mood.” he remarked in his usual bearish tone. 

Upon hearing that the group’s collective heart skipped a beat, but Dan decided to take the initiative (as he usually does):

“It’s Friday Mr. Brown! Why wouldn’t we be?” he replied with a smile. 

The five of them picked up the pace and charged through the front doors, immediately erupting in laughter. Dan repeatedly nudged Thomas with his elbow:

“Heyyyy I told you we'd be fine!” he cheered

Thomas slapped him across the chest:

“Are you a goddamn idiot? You just screwed us!”

Dan and the others immediately cut the celebration and looked at him, bewildered:

“Huh?”

Thomas let out a defeated sigh. 

“Dan. It’s fucking Tuesday. Not Friday. You weren’t even close.”

Mr. Brown the GateKeeper

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2009
New Jersey

I interviewed my older brother about his childhood and we had a good time reminiscing about our old high school. He told me about the first and only time he went to school after smoking. Mr. Brown was the school principle, a tall bearded man that everyone was kind of afraid of.

Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Dominic Taraska on April 27, 2020
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