When I was a teenager, 17 years old, my family had a ski boat, which we used on many summer weekends and evenings. We lived close enough to the lake that we would often go water skiing for a couple of hours when Dad got home from work in the evening. It was during one of these short, evening ski trips that the experience I'm about to tell you about happened.
Hot breath hit my ear over the throb of the pulsing music, piercing through my pot induced fuzziness. I felt long hair sway against my arm and a hand gently pull me closer. "We're so fucking high," whispered her voice, "We just want someone to come away from here and give it to us."
