There's a field near my house where they'll be building an edition soon. I found out a long time ago that walking through relatively tall fields when you're high kicks ass. The field is pretty far from all the houses around, but you can still see the tops of them in the distance.
So I'm walking my dogs, smoking my joint, walking around this field, feeling so secluded and chill. Suddenly I start thinking, "Fuck, man. I can see the second story windows of soooo many ****ing houses. That means any of them can see me. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."
A helicopter flys over. I convince myself it's a fly-by for Marijuana plants and they probably saw me smoking my joint and called the cops. They're on their way.
So I finish my joint and haul ass home, making my dog run as well. When I get inside I just started cracking up and was like, "Damn, that's some good bud."