Reefer Rd. Chapter 2: Pt 5

Reggae is a wonderful thing. A form of music based around happiness and bred to spread the peace of people all over the world. If religion was truly something to admire and indulge in I think listening to reggae should have temples built in honour of its very name. Dylan Murray, a Canadian artist from the Toronto area was playing at Algonquin College, which was about a 5 – 6 minute walk from the apartment building. His performance took place during the mid afternoon at about 1:00 p.m. and was included a-long side a free BBQ lunch. What more could we have asked for our second day just moving to Ottawa? We were still quite hung-over from the night before but I remember waking up to Dylan standing on the balcony stricken with a new found sense of pride. I liked it. He looked at me with a solid grin. We had felt as if the world had become ours for the taking and the first thing on our minds was a pipe, marijuana, beer, a free lunch, and a solid afternoon of Dylan Murray. Dylan had once again jump onto his phone contacting Jess and Maggie almost immediately. I had decided to hop onto Dylan’s computer to have Laura come meet us there as well.




The infatuation had begun. That feeling like there would be no one else in the world you would rather spend your day with than her. The one you had already dreamt of the night before. The only issue was the easily identifiable question... Was I already moving too fast? What actually interested me about this human being other then direct attraction? Who was I to judge really? I was young, always moving on a whim. I had let my instincts take hold instead of my mind so Laura had met us that day and we were ready to go. I was dazzled and overcome with a wild sense of self gratification. I had conquered a massive portion of my life. Was I finally becoming a man? I certainly hadn’t felt like one before that moment in time. I remember for a brief moment contemplating what my parents might had thought of what I was doing right then. I was severely hung-over, pretty ragged, not to mention stoned, and already getting ready for round 2.




We all had those thoughts in the back of our heads as we watched Dylan Murray belt out his inner sorrows a top a green, rolling hill. He was playing in the middle of one of the Algonquin court yards. The sun was shining down on us like we were all supposed to be there, like this was our moment of golden reign over the earth. As the typical college students played volleyball and tossed Frisbees and footballs around we all had one other thing riding our thoughts. That night was Tom's arrival to the new apartment. That night would forever be an unforgettable celebration...