Marevix
03-30-2007, 11:28 PM
I tend to be blessed with these. I'm sure we've all experienced a couple at some point or another. You have a fraction of a gram of shwagg, you smoke it all at once, and to your surprise, you're actually stoned. You drop some bud out of the bag and forget about it, only to find it later when you've been dry for a week. A couple of mine;
1. About a month ago I found an old homemade bong that I smoked a little over a half ounce from. I thought nothing of it at the time, knowing that I had better apparatuses at hand. A few days later, my last shipment ran out, and I was subjected to sobreity for a agonizingly slow three days. I checked my pieces for resin, to no avail. I remembered the bong. The bowl had since been removed, but at a glance under the right angle of light, I glimpsed at a black substance on the inside of the downstem. With fervor, I cut out the stem and scraped the inside thoroughly. I had enough resin to last me for the next three days, as it turned out.
2. I tend to set aside a fraction of every cannabis pickup for a "rainy day stash", which I smoke from after every two days spent sober. In December, I got a quarter ounce of mids, and set aside two grams of bud. Instead of putting it in the stash, I decided to cut a hole in the tongue of my shoe and shove the (then compressed) cannabis into it. The cannabis stayed there until February, where I found it in another drought of green.
3. On the odd occasion, I'll walk into my parents' room for some socks and notice a half smoked bowl sitting atop one of the nightstands.
1. About a month ago I found an old homemade bong that I smoked a little over a half ounce from. I thought nothing of it at the time, knowing that I had better apparatuses at hand. A few days later, my last shipment ran out, and I was subjected to sobreity for a agonizingly slow three days. I checked my pieces for resin, to no avail. I remembered the bong. The bowl had since been removed, but at a glance under the right angle of light, I glimpsed at a black substance on the inside of the downstem. With fervor, I cut out the stem and scraped the inside thoroughly. I had enough resin to last me for the next three days, as it turned out.
2. I tend to set aside a fraction of every cannabis pickup for a "rainy day stash", which I smoke from after every two days spent sober. In December, I got a quarter ounce of mids, and set aside two grams of bud. Instead of putting it in the stash, I decided to cut a hole in the tongue of my shoe and shove the (then compressed) cannabis into it. The cannabis stayed there until February, where I found it in another drought of green.
3. On the odd occasion, I'll walk into my parents' room for some socks and notice a half smoked bowl sitting atop one of the nightstands.