Fingertips

My first poem ever and a short story telling where the hell that came from | Poem | Non Fiction | Fresh Soup

The first time I smoked hash was because of a woman. I was twenty-two, and a guy I went to college with invited me to a birthday party on the beach.

Everyone was talking loudly and I didn’t know anyone. My older brother had once told me that when you go to a party it’s best to sit an…