Fear the Reefer
07-19-2007, 01:08 AM
Im not really a supersticious guy so when i scored my second 1/4 in a week on friday the 13th it really re-affirmed my belief that supersticion is bullshit. However the next day when i met up with my friends to blaze things started to turn sour. As i was rushing out the door i forgot i had left my prize new glass pipe(the one i posted a pic of a week ago)on top of jacket, so then when i picked up my jacket my pipe fell on the floor and smashed:mad:. So to make up for the loss I had planned a whole variety of different ways to smoke like waterfalls and tulips etc because we never get this much weed between just 3 of us this often so i wanted to get a change. Anyway we planned a night at my one of my friend's house as his parents where away, unfortunetly his brother had a minor epilleptic fit so their grandparents had to stay over and watch after him. So we ended up sitting woods were we used to smoke back in the day, everyone pretty much in a down mood which really annoyed me because id been looking forward to getting this smoke. So we rolled a joint and everyone started to loosen up a bit. Just as i was rolling another a large group of drunken youths around our age spotted us from across the woods and started shouting at us, all the usual bullshit, anyway suddenly when my one of my friends got up and started to move away they started running right at us. I thought fuck it and vaulted the fence of the back garden of a house behind where we were sitting and then out their side gate onto the street. We jogged for a couple of minutes before we stopped to decide what to do. My other friend said we could go to his house as his parent's flight back from spain was delayed and they wouldnt get in till around 3am. At his we spun a few joints and i rolled my first ever tulip:D which i was dying to blaze up, then my friend gets phone call from his grandparents who are looking after his brother to say that someone had smashed the back window of his parents 4X4 and the police were up at his house. He had no option but to go home and we obviously didnt want to blaze without him. So all in all probably one of the worst days ever, obviously more so for my friend than me but i was pretty mad too. So that was saturday the 14th i wonder if my lack of faith in supersticion has came back to haunt me:wtf: