It's Kind of a Funny Story
later.
    I took the subway to Aaron’s without a book to study on my lap—first time in a year. At his stop, I bounded up the stairs into the gray streets, slipped into his building, nodded to the doorman to call up, and squished my thumb on the elevator button, giving it a twist and some flair. At the sixteenth floor was Aaron, holding his front door open, rap music about killing people on in the background, holding his metal cigarette out for me.
    “Smoke. Celebrate.”
    I stopped.
    “If anytime’s the time, it’s now.”
    I nodded.
    “Come in, I’ll show you.” Aaron brought me into his house and sat me on his couch and demonstrated how to hold the cigarette so the metal wouldn’t burn me. He explained how you have to take the smoke into your lungs, not your stomach— “Don’t swallow it, Craig, that’s how hits get lost"— and how to let it go as slowly as you could through your mouth or nose. The key was to hold it in as long as possible. But you didn’t want to hold it too long. Then you coughed.
    “How do I light it?” I asked.
    “I’ll light it for you,” Aaron was like. He knelt in front of me on the couch—I took a look at his living room, fenced in with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, filled up with a coffee table, a tall fluted ash tray, a porcelain dog, and a small electric piano— trying to remember how it all looked in case it changed later. The only thing I had done that people said was kind of like smoking pot was go really hard on the swings, and Aaron had told me that anyone who said that was probably high when they were on the swings.
    The butane flame went up.
    I sucked in on the metal cigarette as if a doctor were telling me to.
    My mouth filled up with the taste that I knew so well from Aaron’s room—a chemical taste, buzzy and light. I looked him in the eyes with my cheeks puffed out. He clipped the flame, smiling.
    “Not in your cheeks!” he said. “You look like Dizzy Gillespie! In your lungs! Put it in your lungs.”
    I worked with new muscles. The smoke in me felt like a blob of clay.
    “That’s it, hold it, hold it. . .”
    My eyes started watering, getting hot.
    “Hold it. Hold it. You want more?”
    I shook my head, terrified. Aaron laughed.
    “Okay. Dude, you’re good. You’re good, dude!”
    Pfffffffffflt. I blew it all in Aaron’s face.
    “Jesus! Man, that was big ! ” Aaron swatted at the cloud that came out of me. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”
    I panted, breathing in air that still had the smoke in it. “What’s going to happen?” I asked.
    “Probably nothing.” Aaron stood up, took his cigarette back, put it in the stand-up ash tray. Then he reached down with his hand out—I expected a handshake, but he pulled me off the couch. “Congratulations.“
    We hugged, mouth to ear. It was a guy hug, complete with slapping. I leaned back and smiled at him as I clasped his arms.
    “You too, man. It’s going to be great.”
    “I’m-a tell you what’s going to be great: this party,” Aaron said, and he began pacing, counting on his fingers. “I need for you to go and get some seltzer, for spritzers. Also we gotta put away all of my dad’s books and writing so it doesn’t get damaged. Also, call this girl; her dad threatened to call the cops if I called again; say you’re with Greenpeace.”
    “I’m not going to remember this; hold on,” I said, taking an index card from Aaron’s coffee table. I was numbering it with a Sharpie, from one, when the weed hit me.
    “Whoa. Wow.”
    “Uh-oh,” Aaron said. He looked up.
    “Whoa.” “You feeling it?”
    Is my brain falling out of my head? I thought.
    I looked down at the index card that said 1)get seltzer, and 1) get seltzer twisted back, as if it had decided to fall off the card. I looked up at Aaron’s bookshelves and they looked the same, but as I turned, they moved in frames. It wasn’t like the slowness that came from being underwater; it was like I was under air—thick and

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