one hot day i was in a strange situation....

When i climbed out of bed after another night of dreams i have now taken to writing down, i searched my floor for a pair of shorts i thought looked clean. Cutoff jeans, a shirt with some vauge message scratched on the back in green sharpie. My armor, my colors. My lips were dry as hell from a constant fan blast directly on my face. This heat was no longer barable.
I was determined that i would find herb on this day. Newly aquired cash was speaking through in ways i could only interpret as buyweedbuyweedbuyweed. Around 3:15 PM i stood in the kitchten, furriously going through the options i had in terms of getting "hooked up". I closed my eyes and cleared every thought that didnt include bud from my head. When i had a vision. "The Bridge". It flashed for a split second. But i saw it, as real as ever. It was maybe a 40 second walk down from my house. Why not? I thought i could stop by the store anyway and buy something to drink. Just to have an exuse for going down. When i walked out of the catwalk on the other side on the covered bridge. The sun all of a sudden felt a lot brighter. Goddamn! It was like a drug convention steered towards the right of the smoker to put whatever the hell they want into their bodies. Never had i seen such blatant disprespect for the law or a fellow citizens passing jeer. I immedeatly joined in. A blunt the size of an italian sausage was being passed around with the reckless abandon of escaped fellon carrying 4 pounds of heroin, a sawd-off 12 gauge, and the bloodstains of the family he killed to get the car. Complete lack of a functional nerves system. Running on pure blazed aminal instinct. No worrys . Enjoy what we got while we got it. If the police come? Fuck 'em.
This is when the day went sideways.
We had standing there for maybe 25 minutes. Reaching highs i never thought were possible. When out of fuckin nowhere two stinking, piss drunk Hells Angels roared up to the bridge on two of the most amazing bikes i have ever seen. It looked as if the clothes were simply for cleaning the bike. One was maybe 6 ft 2, a wide frayed beard, on his right forearm there was large black 1% tattoo. He looked maybe 50. The other was shorter. around 5 ft 4. A more groomed beard, like something you'd see on a soap opera doctor. We just kind of stood in awe at this completely insane trip that had come rolling of the open road to go for swim. Thats what i thought. When the smaller one said. "You boys know where we get some good smoke?"
My friend buddy motioned to a path which led down to a different part of the river. They ended up buying his whole stock. (About 6 ounces). I was having trouble figuring out why they had so much money. Untill i finally decided they were probably long retired and enjoyed to braking out the colors now and then to give people a chill, maybe walk into a bar and stop the music. Anyway, i didnt bother asking them. They handed buddy a bag full of white pills they claimed was extasy, but later relized were only excedrin with the lettering filed off. (Like i said, we were high) They charged him 30 bucks for the bag, and before we relized it they shot off through the bridge.

To be continued....im waaay to burnt out to write any longer.

Crazy, kinda hard to understand at some parts.

That's the shit. Except for getting fucked on the pills.

cool story when you gonna finish it.

buddy with the sawd-off should have popped some rounds at the old motherfucks tires then everyone would have to deek cause the pigs would be down there like flies on shit

Wow your story telling was like a watching a movie. It was very nice. Reminded of my self ingulfed in the story of that book. Thumbs Up