Karen peeped Mr. Lee trying to sneak his dusty behind toward the exit at Petals of Cracklewood Nursing & Rehab, looking like a whole mess in his house slippers, polka-dot drawers, and this random red button-up blouse.

“Aye! Where you think you finna go?” Karen hollered.

Mr. Lee stopped dead in his tracks like somebody’s mama just called his government name, then turned around slow with that “I wasn’t doing nothing” face.

“Oh hey, Karen baby! I was just, uh… stretching my legs.”

“Stretching your legs toward the front door? In a blouse? Sir, what is you doing?”

Mr. Lee looked down at his fit like he just noticed it. “This? Man, I was just trying to look fly, you know what I’m saying?”

“Fly for what, Mr. Lee?”

He leaned in real close like he was about to drop some classified information: “Look here, I got some business in these streets. I’m bout to go smoke me some crack.”

Karen’s face went through about fifteen different expressions. “I’m sorry, WHAT now?”

“You heard me. Some good rock. I’m trying to get higher than gas prices.”

“Mr. Lee… baby… you got a whole ankle monitor. You can’t just walk up out of here to go smoke crack like you going to the corner store!”

“Why not? I’m grown! I been grown! I was grown before you was even a thought in your daddy’s mind!”

Karen had to call Katie, the charge nurse, who came over looking all professional and whatnot.

“Mr. Lee, I cannot allow you to leave to do illegal drugs,” Katie said in her proper voice.

“Allow?” Mr. Lee looked offended. “Ma’am, with all due respect, you ain’t my mama, my daddy, or my parole officer. I should be able to come and go as I please!”

“Well, if you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to give you a sedative.”

Mr. Lee’s whole face lit up like somebody just said they was giving away free chicken. “A sedative? What kind of sedative? It got crack in it?”

“No, it’s just something to help you calm down.”

“I DON’T CARE! If it’s drugs, I want it!” He started rolling up his blouse sleeve. “Where you want me? I ain’t picky! Hook ya boy up!”

Karen was dying laughing in the corner. “Mr. Lee really said ‘hook ya boy up’ to the nurse!”

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Lee was knocked out in his wheelchair, snoring and talking in his sleep about “them good drugs” and “riding unicorns to the trap house.”

When they wheeled him back to his room, he cracked one eye open and whispered to Karen, “Aye… that was better than anything I could’ve got on the streets.”

And that’s how Mr. Lee finessed his way into getting exactly what he wanted – just not the way he planned it.

Sometimes the best high is the one you don’t have to leave the house for.

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