Speak to me about these Items.

This is a story about the time I watched "Babel,". I recall it being a good movie. I watched it with my parents in their bedroom. After the movie, we had a nice discussion about it. Discussions about television and movies are my favorite; I love discussing television with select people as much as watching the show itself. Part of the anticipation of new weekly episodes was the discussions that would happen afterward.

We had a nice discussion, and then afterwards, I left their room to return to mine. I looked on my bed, and my gravity bong, my preferred method of smoking, had been thrown on it with a terrifying handwritten note in my father’s terrible doctor handwriting. This I could read. It said, "Speak to me about these items." For those of you reading who aren’t familiar, a gravity bong, often made from a cut-bottom gallon jug, uses water displacement in a larger container to pull smoke into the jug as it's slowly raised, creating a concentrated plume of smoke ready to inhale when the jug is pushed back down. This method produces a dense accumulation of smoke, delivering a powerful and intense hit due to the large volume of smoke inhaled at once.

We had just watched a full 2-hour movie and discussed it, like everything was normal and alright, before I returned to see my smoking device strewn about. So, I had to quickly go into the kitchen where we had a discussion about the extent of my potheadedness, which was pretty high level at the time. He also told me that he found the gravity bong in my bathroom, which I share with my younger brother. I apologized and felt bad. The end.

Here is a photo of a later manifestation . (This is a placeholder screenshot from a video; I have a better photo, I’ll post that and the video later.) I wish I had a photo of that note; I can't believe I don’t.