I've been out of weed for only a couple days, but it seems like longer. So last night I was just getting drunk, and I'm the type who doesn't get drunk very easy, but when I do get drunk I am royally smashed and can barely see straight. So I bombed some gin and sort of slumped in front of the computer with some music, and this skeevy kid I know asks me if I wanna smoke for free.
Well, I don't really like this kid, and the only weed I've seen him with is complete shwag, and it's like 1:00 in the morning.... but I was drunk so I said "yesh" and stumbled up the road to his house. I didn't even really think about my parents catching me, just didn't occur.
He was there with some other skeevy kid, and we sat in his room and smoked a few bowls. He was sitting there sipping a Coors light like it was the greatest thing in the world, and he kept trying to tell me things like acid is full of rat poison and I've never had good weed, only he's had good weed, etc. Typical pathetic bullshitter conversation. The whole time all I can think is "Get high, get home, get high, get home." I intentionally didn't bring any money, in case he wanted to rob me.
Well, his "bomb ill shit" was neither bomb nor ill, seeing as I went to his house drunk, smoked about 3g's between the three of us, drank a Coors (cottonmouth) and went home again--and I remember the whole night. Now I have a weird smell on me that I can't shower off, and I feel like I haven't slept in a few days.
Terrific.
The moral of the story? Don't associate with scum trimmings, you'll only waste your time on bad weed and piss poor alcohol. From now on, if I can't smoke good weed, I smoke no weed at all!
