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I remember when I swore that I would never smoke weed. (haha)
I remember the first time I smoked a blunt and how CRAZY stoned I was.
I remember when I didn't have a permanent burn on my chest from a metal pipe...
I remember when I told my mom I smoked weed... She didn't care too much.
I remember when I thought weed was evil, and now I know it's the opposite.
I remember when I first started driving and the price of regular gasoling in California was 39 CENTS a gallon.
I remember when a quarter of really good sensi or hawaiian was $35, and an OZ of colombian was $20.
1973 was a pretty good year
Dudes, I was born in the wrong time.. thats an awesome memory..
talking of memory, theres something i cant recall of yesterday. I dont know wtf happened, but i passed out in front of my rents, litteraly fell the floor. The weed i got rite now is soooo strong, gives me alot of blackouts (not only me, alot of people said that about this weed), but this time it got worse. My father was, for the first time ever, checking for my eyes. He's french and quite scary lol. I was really really high and with all that stress, when i turned the light on, i had a blackout but white. I was faking to still be able to see something, but when i turned the light off, it seems i fell on the floor WITH the lamp. I cant for the life of me remember anything of that, they told me after. I just know i woke up on the living room floor, my rents yelling like theres no freakin tomorrow. Then i realized...WTF AM I DOING HERE
anyways my friend was there and pretty high too, was quite funny, seeing her trip out like this..
i got out of there like a champ though, told them i went outside cause i was really hot.. and when i came in i still had my coat (its -30C over here with lots of snow) and i blamed it on that. Said i just had a blackout (which is true)
It passed but theyre gonna watch me...lol...ooh im scared
anyways it was the first time ever i was getting unconcious...it was quite funny. Losing memory is a weiiiiiiiiiird feeling.
I remember when you could choose wether you wanted to wear a skid lid (motorcycle helmet) or not.
I remember when Arnie was just a bodybuilder.
I remember when I was innocent. When I couldn't believe there was actual MURDER and crime going on "outside". When saturday morning cartoons made me the happiest I could be at the moment and for those 2 hours, not a thing in the world could bring me down.
Everything seems so grey and stretched now.. like if im just walking aroud life, waiting for it to end.
wow.. sounds like you need to keep smokin... I really miss saturday morning cartoons.. and after school too..
I remember my friends teaching me how to use a bong in someone's backyard
I remember teaching my friends how to use a bong in someone's car's backseat
I don't remember much else about those two times
I remember wearing a jockstrap and stirrups. I remember looking ahead to a promising future. I remember lots of faces, but, I don't know how I could post that.
I remember dipping toast into coffee and sitting in a cafeteria, filled with stroke victims, accident victims, and, basically, people who have came near death, then going into a TV room that was shared with the other wing (of the center), which was a retirement home.
I remember my brother's dog jumping on me, while I was in a wheelchair, out in front of Virginia Beach General Hospital. It's the first thing that I can remember, after my coma.
I remember living in a roach-infested apartment.
I remember, the summer before sixth grade, counting two-hundred and fifty-six shooting stars in the meteor shower that comes in August, every year. And, I remember Jim Plunkett.
wow.. Beach Guy, I had no idea... I take a toke for you tonight buddy. not out of pity, but because you went through all that and are still here with us. cheers..