Mind over Matter

It was eight in the morning and I was in line for my first ski run of the season. Along with me were two of my friends, actually more like crazy people who like speed and moguls. These were the two “friends” who always take me down on the triple black diamond runs when my handicap is only a blue diamond. But it’s okay because I usually find a tree to stop me when I’m going too fast.
Anyways, we are about to get onto he lift when three gangsters get on before us, all snowboarders who talk in surf tongue. The whole time in line they were like, “Whoa! Dude Like I’m go’en to hit that Jump like so Hardcore, and the other is like, No way Dude!” So after thirty minutes of this talk I was really damn tired of it. So anyway I observe these three snowboarding, surf talking, hoodlums get onto the chairlift. So once my friends and me get onto he lift we start the slow and agonizing pain of the slowest lift in the world. Well we are on the chairlift exchanging stories and tails of our past adventures when we all start to smell smoke.
We look up to find the chairlift in front of us wafting smoke, ya that’s right the one carrying the three hoodlums. Well I’m not too worried but my friends start to freak out. Saying stuff like, “oh my god those guys are smoking some kind of drugs. You know drugs are illegal.” Well I interrupt their discussion and analysis of the chair in front of us. I say, “you know guys they are probably just smoking a cigarette or cigar.” Well I got the dirtiest look from both of my friends for saying that.
Well they both said to me, “no James they are doing some kind of drug and James drugs are illegal.” “Well thank you I did not know that drugs were illegal, thanks for clearing that up for me.” Again the response was the dirty look. So I decided to just keep quit and listen to my friend’s farfetched ideas.
Well, they began to say, “you know they are probably smoking crack, or crystal meth, or heroin.” Well I had to say something then, “okay listen you two you don’t smoke crack you snort it and heroin you inject inside yourself and I am pretty damn sure it is not any kind of drug because well none is stupid enough to get drugged up, doped up, or high or whatever you want to call it, on a chairlift because you’d fall off breaking both of your legs and laughing the whole way down.” So shut up about the whole drug thing because they are not doing drugs. Well this statement shut the both of them up and just in time because our long voyage up the hill was about to end and the skiing was about to start. I watched as the three supposed, crack snorting, crystal meth smoking, heroin injecting, hoodlums who spoke in the language of the surfers get off of the chairlift and as all of them slid off of the chair, one flicked the butt of whatever they were smoking off to the side. Now it was our turn to off board this piece of crap ski lift.
Once we got off we moved over to the side so my friends could get their equipment ready and as I was standing there I look down to see the butt of a camel cigarette. I was about to say something but I decided not to. I didn’t want to spoil the fun my friends were having. Plus it makes a better story for years to come to say that I rode behind three crack snorting, crystal meth smoking, heroin injecting, surf talking, snowboarding, hoodlums. As we were about to start our first run I thought how amazing the imagination of the human mind really is and when we don’t know the truth we create wild fairy tails to support what we think saw. The power of the mind still amazes me every time I think about it.