Personal Narrative On Hookah
on a shady and bitter January night, five of my friends and I are enjoying a pleasant hookah. Sitting in my friend’s apartment basement chitchatting about school, life, and other topics that irritates us. Imagine a room with one light bulb, six seats around, and a table. My friend’s basement reminded me of an interrogation room. None of us knew what we were in for that night. We were still at a young age where we were not supposed to be smoking hookah. What we did is what any other teenager did, we lied to our parents. I told my mom that I’m going to Hussein’s house to play Xbox, Moe told his father he was at my house playing Xbox, Hussein told his mom he was at my house playing Xbox, and Ibby told his mom he was at Moe’s house playing Xbox.
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I’m starving and I didn’t eat anything all day.” So we passed up Billy boys and stopped in there to grab some burgers and fries. Moe didn’t have any cash on him but he had a Tilted Kilt gift. He scurried across the street to grab a meal and we told him to call us when his order is ready so we can head out. As Hussein, Ibby, and I waited for Moe to call us, we demolished our sandwiches. A juicy cheeseburger stacked with lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup, and onions. The burger was heaven in my mouth. Hussein was in a joking mood and he really likes playing jokes on people. He tells me “Yo call Eric and tell him we got jumped.” I told him “No man, that’s not funny. What if it really happens?” Hussein says “Dude you overthink think everything. Just have some fun and do it.” So being the idiot I am, I did it. A decision I know I will regret for a long time. Waiting for a reply from Eric, Moe calls and tells us to come by Tilted Kilt so we can head home. We leave Billy Boys and cross the street by 95th and Ridgeland. Next to Tilted Kilt is a bus stop and on that bus stop is a group of twenty to twenty five people waiting. Teenagers just a little bit older than us, they looked like they were up to no good. I had a strange feeling about them so I demanded “Guys lets walk down Ridgeland instead of walking down 95th. One day Hussein’s tough act was going to get us in trouble and today was the day. “No man stop being scared, they’re not going to do
I’m starving and I didn’t eat anything all day.” So we passed up Billy boys and stopped in there to grab some burgers and fries. Moe didn’t have any cash on him but he had a Tilted Kilt gift. He scurried across the street to grab a meal and we told him to call us when his order is ready so we can head out. As Hussein, Ibby, and I waited for Moe to call us, we demolished our sandwiches. A juicy cheeseburger stacked with lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup, and onions. The burger was heaven in my mouth. Hussein was in a joking mood and he really likes playing jokes on people. He tells me “Yo call Eric and tell him we got jumped.” I told him “No man, that’s not funny. What if it really happens?” Hussein says “Dude you overthink think everything. Just have some fun and do it.” So being the idiot I am, I did it. A decision I know I will regret for a long time. Waiting for a reply from Eric, Moe calls and tells us to come by Tilted Kilt so we can head home. We leave Billy Boys and cross the street by 95th and Ridgeland. Next to Tilted Kilt is a bus stop and on that bus stop is a group of twenty to twenty five people waiting. Teenagers just a little bit older than us, they looked like they were up to no good. I had a strange feeling about them so I demanded “Guys lets walk down Ridgeland instead of walking down 95th. One day Hussein’s tough act was going to get us in trouble and today was the day. “No man stop being scared, they’re not going to do