StonedApe

I was in my room talking to this older guy named Malony(a friends last name, but I didn't see any resemblance). I felt like he was a friend of the family or maybe a long lost uncle or something. His appearance kept changing. He always had tan reddish skin, but first he was scraggly looking with short hair, then clean shaven and bald, then he had long hair. He had a whole bunch of cocaine out and did a few lines. When I turned around I saw more coke, just piles of it everywhere. This made me nervous because not just my parents but my extended family too were in the house. His son came in then left. He was maybe 4. He went into my parents room. There this door to a bathroom that connects the 2 rooms and Malony did this thing where he knocked on the door and opened it. He explained it had something to do with the fear of God. My uncle Steve came in and asked me for some starburst. I grabbed it quickly and ushered him out of the room, totally freaked out because of all the coke. He didn't see any.

Then I was in a room I didn't recognize. My cousin was doing some kind of traditional dance involving a $20 bill. Then I was outside, but I was just an observer for this part. I watched Malony get into a red convertible in some kind of praking lot or garage. He was way too coked out to drive and this homeless looking guy offered to drive. They switched places. Then the cops were behind them with their lights on before they even got out of the parking lot. They tried to make an escape but kept running into fences. The first one stretched way out and they shot back. Then they somehow drove over one, flew through the air and crashed. The homeless looking guy escaped riding either a lion or golden retriever. Malony was hurt bad and then the cops shot him in either the face or the leg. He was bleeding like crazy. At this point I stopped being just an selfless observer and walked toward him. I helped him up and asked him if I he wanted me to get his son(I assumed he was about to die). He told me to bring him to the window so he could say one last thing to him. Somehow staring at him made my face start bleeding, I think just out my nose. I went inside and this old lady was standing at the sink I told her I needed to wash my face and she said just a moment then just went on washing the dishes like I hadn't said anything. Then she gave me a paper towel, which pissed me off because I really wanted to use the sink. I walked through the house and told some people what had happened. There was a big commotion and people went outside. My uncle Rob said something really creepy to me about amnesia and how I'll forget all this in a few hours and I suddenly felt high and like my brains were falling out. Then I sat down and tried to deal with my wound.