A Semi-Semi-Sweet Sixteen

"Omar's Spot" was what we called the corner behind Vons and the end of the street where Omar lived. Very suburban neighbor with lines of 2-story houses and unsuspected place for drug-dealing. But people came and went in cars or by foot. That's where the lot of us kicked it.

Tyson didn't smoke weed the whole day on my sixteenth. He had a fever from previous rolling and it was nearly the end of the year and the end of the first semester in highschool. David and I walked together to Tyson's where we met up with him and Sam at the foot of his flat. David was falling for this girl, who was a friend of mine: also a new girl from the east coast who had also joined us at Nocturnal.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Sam. He had two white rabbits on him.
"I want to drink," I said with sobriety in mind. "It's cold..."

Tyson began to slip off his jacket, but I stopped him because he was sick.

"I'd go get another jacket, but their all in the laundry."

Sam took off his and put it on me. And Tyson turned with a glare of jealousy. I noticed this and though I'm not a girl who likes to play games, this pleased me. It meant something to me. We were soon joined by 2 other girls who were also Omar's customers. Tyson put a bottle of scotch in his bag and we drove to the cliff where the 5 of us took a smoke and sniff of air as Trisha (one of the girls; asian, thick, heavy make-up, filthy rich and sexy attire), went to get her car.

"Do you want to sit in the car with me?" asked Tyson. Of course I did and we spit 2 cars, heading off to the UCI spot. Ate and headed back to Omar's spot.

It was only starting to get dark as Pauline (Chinese girl, tall, non-smoker, roller in one of my classes), Scotty (Asian, prob. Korean, skinny), and Ryan (Japanese guy who I get to know better later on) joined us for smokes, talks and trance in one car, hiphop in the other. Two white guys came to the corner and took a seat on one of the benches (the trademark of Omar's Spot) with a few beers. Tyson took me to them and introduced me

"Ey, how you guys doing? This is my friend Sigourney."
"Nice to meet you, Sigourney," the two of them muttered.
"Ey, can I get some of what you guys are drinking?" asked Tyson.
"Sure."
"Can she get some, too?"
"Yeah, sure."

Another car rolled by, parked and three guys came out.

"Ey, Javid!" called Tyson. "Meet my friend, Sigourney."

He introduced me to Javid (persian guy and Omar's connect), Joe (slavic guy; the one who got Tyson hooked on weed) and Kyle (white guy as in American who dresses like a black guy). A girl ought to take pride when someone so excitedly introduces her to everyone he knows. Something I didn't learn to appreciate until later on. Joe was a really 'happy' guy who went and guy-hugged (you know, hand grab and pulls each other together, bump and end) Tyson when he saw him.

"Ey, remember last week when we blazed, fool? And I started fucking with, what was it? that shopping cart?" asked Tyson. They all laughed.
"Damn fuck, Tyson. You're always fucked when you get high. Remember last time you started laughing at Brandon's stool for four hours? Hahahaha! You glad I got you off baseball?" That was Joe.
"Ey, this is my friend, Sigourney. It's her sixteenth birthday today."
"Oh shit, is it?" said Joe. "Ey, everybody! It's this girl's birthday today. We have to sing happy birthday to her."

The three guys and Joe sang the song to me in front of Javid's car on the street by Omar's spot. David was dancing in the moonlight by Trisha's car which had loud electronica (Great song for you guys: Yeah Yeah (D. ramirez mix) by Bodyrocks. and fast forward to 1:30) blasting from the sound system. Sam and Trisha were talking about how retarded he looked. I blushed and put my hand down with a smile because it felt so embarrassing and yet so sweet. And I thanked Joe for the song.

Tyson, Trisha, Pauline and I went to Omar's garage, while the others blazed on, where we found Omar and Mahed lounging. The place was mellow; sofas, persian rugs on the wall and the floor, hookah pipes and a plasma TV. They were waiting for a new-market ketamine to hit. Omar shuffled around, took out a few cups and a shoe box which had a bottle of Jack Daniels hidden in it. He asked me if I wanted coke to dilute, but I said no. All of us took a few rounds before we were joined by the rest and a few others. Pauline and Ryan left for another party and came back and said there was really good wine and opium. After shots of whiskey, I was shooting Tyson's scotch, which he had to take away from me. People came in to chill and then went back out to smoke joints and came back in.

The place was getting empty with only a few couples left and Mahed flipping channels. Tyson and I didn't talk much. We held each other for a while then let go. It was strange because, when I was rolling, I was ready to tell Tyson my whole life. On the night of my sixteenth, I was uptight and forgot how to act again. Even doused in alcohol, my brain couldn't collect and recklessly express what it felt.

I woke up to Trisha's tapping and she took me home. Tyson had gone out to smoke a joint with Joe 10 minutes before and left.