Well, I have been without weed for a week now, so earlier today I decided to see if I could get some. Texted two of my main dealers, and they had none in. Anyway, my phone rang and it was friend, Bob. He tokes, so I thought I'd ask him. He then told me that he would ask around.
15 minutes later, my phone rang again and he told me that his mates girlfriend had some So I said fair enough, see what you can do. 10 minutes after that, he was back on the phone; 'Listen bud, I can get you some, but its ony £20's worth, and is a bit skimpy.' I told him to get it, as there was not much around at all.
There was a 'but' in this sentence, I had to pick him up and drive him to meet her. So I do, swing by, pick it up and away we go. While I'm driving, my mate opens it, only to find a nice big bud, and several J's worth of nuggs. On looks and smells, I was delighted and wanted to try it.
So we gets back to his flat, and I roll a lovely joint out for him, as a present for finding some green He then proceeded to spark it up, puff puff and pass. It was also a nice acknowledgment. It knocked him flat on his arse and left me in a nice mellow mood. Stayed at his for a few hours, then came home, encountering 2 polices van come screaming past me, blues an' two's an' all. But they go a different way, crisis and panic averted.
Now, I live next door to two police officers, and what should happen, but the inevitable? Thats right, we both pull up simutaneously, oops. Anyways, turns out they just been for a meal we greeted and parted. None the wiser. Came to my room, rolled a J, smoked it outside, came back to a choice of two movies to watch, Accepted or Click.
That was a half hour ago, still ain't decided, and oh, yeah. I'm stoned to fuck. Writing this little story has left me feeling a fulfilling feeling, I have enjoyed writing it.
Peace.
