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you know... munchies-driven voyages to find food at 2 AM sunday night, daring escapes from the cops, getting stuck in public places, all that harold and kumar kind of stuff that everyone enjoys.
me, i'm sad to say my pot-smoking career has been pretty uneventful. i'm always either in a car or at home when i do it, ive never been caught by the cops, my parents know, and i live in a small town with a 24/7 supermarket so food is always available.
once i hotboxed my friends car with four of us and i cant remember how much weed, it was alot though and good stuff. anyway me and another of my friends was in the back of the car and the other 2 kids were in the front, well they left to go inside to get food while me and my friend stayed in the car, we were feeling the roof of his car and decided it felt like a giant soggy grahm cracker when suddenly they came back and said here we brought you guys some grahm crackers, we looked at each other and started busting up laughing our asses off. after we ate we went for a walk in the forest only to find a tiny shed with a plant in the window and a small fridge filled with vials of blood!!! seriously no joke then we found some kind of modified pick axe that looked like some kind of weapon, soon we got bored and left to go piss on some barrels we found. then we went back to his house and ate ice cream and watched old school. it was great. o ya then i had to drive me and my friend back to his house while we were still baked outta our minds and once we got on the long straight road to his house with no cars it felt like we werent moving so i told him to watch for animals while i proceeded to speed up to 90 mph and then his house was suddenly sooooo close i had to almost slam on the brakes to stop fast enough. haha good times, good times.
this one time i got drunk at my friends house, there was a bunch of people there. i drove their in my moms car, i left to go pick my mom from work (still was drunk), i picked her up, she didnt notice i was drunk, she needed the car for something so she said she'd just drop me off at my friends house. we were outside my friends house i was saying bye to my mom and this girl i knew who was extremly drunk and crying was walking towards the car, i grabbed her bye the arm told my mom she was fine and brought her back in the house. apparently when i was gone people got even more drunk and things were said, i proceeded to drink alot more. we all (about 5 people) staggered out of the house and walked to another friends house, my friend was acting like a jackass to this girl so she picked a napkin holder up and cracked his skull wide open, blood everywhere, this kid had to go to a hospital and it was at his house i was gonna spend the night so i was screwed. i proceded to get more fucked up, drank alot more and bought some weed, no one really cared a friend of ours just got a concussion and his mother had to drive his blood soaked body to a hospital. it was getting late so i walked around (it was a 2 hour walk home and mom didnt want to pick me up). met these 2 kids i had only previously met once before, we went into a strangers back yard (it was 11pm) and sat on some swings and smoked a couple bowls and drank some vodka one of the kids stole from his mother. i had no where to sleep and convinced one of these kids i just met to let me crash at his house, he put me in his basement, and had to sleep on clothe hangers next to the washing machine. it was an aweful nights sleep, i woke up not knowing where the fuck i was, i wandered out of the house at like 6am without seeing the kids whose house it was. i walked down the street vomiting because of all the alcohol i drank the entire day before, proceded to smoke a bowl in broad day light walking down a busy street, some old man pulled over and said he was calling the cops on me, i thought it apprpopriate to yell at this old guy i was gonna fuckin kill him, then i just walked away (very hung-over). i made it to my friends house who had the concussion the day before, he was out of the hospital and had a bunch of stitches on his forehead, smoked a bowl together then i fell asleep on his couch.
I live in northern AZ, in Flagstaff. One time me and a buddy were driving and getting lit, and we needed to get gas. So we stopped off on route 66 to get some gas, and we all of the sudden decided that we were going to go on a trip. We decided to go to Las Vegas for a night. We were driving west, towards Bullhead City, AZ and we must have smoked about 5 or 6 bowls of New York Diesel. By the time we got to Kingman, we decided to just go to Laughlin, NV. I was too young to gambel, but my buddy was 25. So we made it to Laughlin, NV at about 1 a.m. and checked into a hotel that we had to pay by the hour (more like a sleezy prostitute bar...). He went to gambel for the night and I stayed in the room so tripped out. I heard all kinds of people having sex, it was so nasty. The next morning we were both like "What the fuck are we doing in Nevada?" Well, at that point we decided to smoke some more, then we left. What a fuckin' trip man!!!
i live in philly now, but a while ago i lived like 10 mins away in a suburb with some crazy ass potheads, me being one of them. well me and my friend had a half o of good ass nuggets and 2 30 cases of natti ice, mexican piss if u ask me. well we drove over to my other friends house drunk as shit and we always chill in his shed. so we're drunk as shit and my friends boss calls him and tells him he has a key to a room in a fancy ass hotel thats worth 400 a night. he got it for 70 cuz hes like a fuckin mobster and has all these weird ass connections. so we decide to head over there and on the way we pick up like another 3-4 cases, miller high life, and then smoke like 5 bowls on the way there too. it was like 10 at night and we get into this nice ass hotel room thats fuckin one big ass chillin spot, there was mad couches and shit. so we call up like every fuckin person we knew and in about a half hour this place was packed with like 100 people, drunk and high as shit. we fuckin drank and packed bowls like it was '69 and then at like 7 in the morning got the fuck out of there, and left a shitty ass hotel room for the place to clean up. this was the best fuckin nite of my life
hotboxing the table at the front of the church this morning :) it had this big blanket over it so it didnt let out any smoke at all, me and 3 mates, 4 reffers and a bong... what more is there to say?
after i getting stoned at my friend mike's house, i was biking home, but when i thought i saw a cop car (probably was just some old lady) i dropped my bike and ran into the woods, where i proceeded to run for some unknown reason. after running for either a minute or an hour, ill never know, i decide to smoke a few bowls to myself to calm down. well after doing this, i had no idea which way the road was, or where my bike was. i was lost in the woods, so i decided to make a tent out of my jacket. after lying under my tent for an hour, i hear a car drive by, and realize that i had been running alongside the road that whole time, and was about 20 feet away from the pavement. i ran to the road, backtracked until i found my bike, and eventually made it home.
Wow Climbing High, that's a pretty good story. I hope Rhinoblanco got laid, just to finish that night off.
-I got stuck in a mirror after doing a gravity bong hit on acid.
-Got stuck upside down with a bunch of friends in a trailer, on acid, listening to Love and Rockets "Train Bound for Hell." The ceiling was so low you could stand up and put your palms on it while standing flat-footed. About seven people standing like that in a circle, with no furniture in the room. Fuckin weird, one friend bugged out and had to sit in the car for few hours.
-Come to think of it, Lots of unbelievable experiences on acid. One of our circle of friends got 1000 hits our first year in college. $2 hits all summer. Amazing times but you couldn't pay me to drop acid again. Its a self-limiting type of drug.
[QUOTE=stonefly but you couldn't pay me to drop acid again. Its a self-limiting type of drug.[/QUOTE]
Elaborate on that. Self-limiting?
Now, I don't think I'll ever dip back in again... but mostly, because I'm scared of it...and I've done way to much for my own good, as it is now.