"Man and drugs." Said the old man. "They have been in a cloudy relationship for eons now, Fredrick."
He continued as he drew a cloud of smoke from his medicinal spliff.
Old man Jones had rheumatism and had been eager for ages now to dance his sorrows away.
He used to be a phenomenal dancer, from ballroom to ballet and even disco or break dancing.
Grandpa Jones still went clubbing when Frederic was still a baby boy. Then he turned 60 and his whole life changed. He had to be medicated all day long, one pill after another.
His family had sent him to a retirement home and there he met Fredrick.
Fredrick loved coming to the old folks home.
After his real grandpa died, he kept returning.
Most kids his age liked to get high in the park with their friends.
He liked getting high in the yard of the retirement home.
These people had really stories to tell.
Not like the hazy clouded dialog his peers made.
But clouds filled with old dreams, memories and desires.
Old man Jones used to be reluctant to join Fredrick, Betty, Rose and Koos in smoking weed.
He had seen plenty of drug users come and go in his life of dancing and with these pills they've put him on, he used to feel so dirty.
But he had soon come to realize the benefits on his old and tired body and he was always curious what those old stoners were laughing about every day.
When he finally gave in he gave huge speeches about all these drugs he had knowledge of.
Betty and Rose would laugh it off sipping their coffee.
Fredrick would always nod in agreement.
He used to have a brother, Patrick, who was five years older than him.
He loved his brother and he smoked his first Joint with Patrick. But Patrick used to love dancing too. Clubbing mostly.
Fredrick lost his older brother, too coke and party drugs.
He was found on the toilet of a gay bar.
Ass exposed with his nose on the toilet seat.
A bunch of used wrapping was tested positive for coke.
His mom and dad had freaked when they found out.
But mostly because they had no clue their son was gay.
Patrick had told Fredrick all about that of course.
They used to have no secrets, but I guess he forgot to tell Fredrick about all the coke he used.
When he told the old folks about what happened, nobody laughed but old Jones. "Fredrick" He said. "Do you think he went out smiling?"
