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Saturday, 01 January 2000

Drugs, Man: A Drama

Written by  Sherri Mandell

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In the high school parking lot on Friday afternoon, after school, Seth faces a difficult dilemma.

Makko: Are you going to the party at Trisha's tonight, dude?

Makko puts his arm around him Seth's shoulders.

Seth: I guess.

My man, it's B.Y.O.S. You've got some, right?

Seth: I don't really have...

Makko: A stash...I can fix that. You want me to hook you up, dude?

Seth: No, it's okay.

Makko: It's not okay. You're a man of the new millennium, right? Don't even think about stepping out if you're not wired.

Seth gives Makko a puzzled look.

Have you even tried reefer?

Seth: Well.... not really, I can't really... say.

Come here my man, this one's on me.

Opens his car door. Sees another friend of his.

Yo Biter, get on over here.

Biter: Whassup man?

Makko: Seth here is about to take a dive in the reef, first time.

Biter: Virgin territory. Cool.

Come on my man, it's nothing.

Seth starts to walk towards his car.

Makko: A little reefer never hurt nobody.

Biter: It'll calm you down, man. Makes the world slow down so you feel like you're with Jennifer Lopez.

Seth: I have to go to practice later.

Biter: Didn't know you were a jockhead. But, hey, it will help your sport. It's a great performance enhancer. Any kind of performance.

Makko: Just take one hit. C'mon man. It's time.

Seth: Okay, one.

He gets into the car and Makko and Biter light a joint and each take long hits. Seth, holding the joint like a cigarette, takes one puff.

Not bad. But I don't feel anything.

Makko: Try one more.

Seth takes another puff.

Seth: That's enough. I gotta go.

Biter: Don't you want some more? We could sell you some. Then you and whoever you take to Tricia's tonight can really do some grooving together.

Seth: That's okay. Besides I don't have any money with me.

Makko: We'll be there tonight. You can bring your money then.

Seth gets out of the car. He feels dizzy. He gets into his car and sits there, afraid to drive.

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Sherri Mandell

Sherri Mandell

Sherri Mandell has a Master's degree in Creative Writing and has taught writing at the University of Maryland and Penn State University. She is the author of the book Writers of the Holocaust. She has written articles for the Washington Post. She is married with four children

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