i lost my weed.

so like every week i meet up with my man and i get a luvly 1/8, smelt delicious and im on the way home on the train so i get off at my stop and pop down to the street, i decided to check the gear again ( its a thing i do when ive just got it, helps build up the anticipation ) and i cant find it. i spend an hour and a half retracing my steps to try and find it but i couldnt find it, it must have dropped out of my jacket. life can b so cruel sometimes:(:(:(

Damm. That Sucks

Shit happens.

That sucks man...

I don't know what to say. Someone must have picked it up, or its gone on the train.

i hate that, atleast it was only an 1/8, i probably lost a good 6-7gs once when a i was trying to roll a joint for me and some friends, well we got a call from some of our other friends for a smoke session, to hurry our departure we bagged the half rolled joint, and grabbed the weed. I grabbed the small bag, and she grabbed the large bag. we met up with our other friends and smoked a few bowls, showed stashes, and the such. When we left we went to the dunkin doughnuts and to the park, then back to her house. When i was about to leave i asked for my bag, and when she looked she couldnt find it. I dont think she stole it, in fact i know she didnt steal it, i was with her the whole time and nothing happened. The people we smoke with im not sure about, but it was a windy day, and when high its tough to keep watch on a purse when you have food on your mind. But needless to say i was pissed, and upset, couldnt smoke for another 2 weeks.

man im sorry to hear that, buy a 1/4 next time to make up for it :D

i dont think i have lost a speck of bud in my life :o!

thats a bastard when you loose your stash, especially when you had to travel to get it. i would rather loose money than weed.

i know but oh well im gonna get 2 grams for this weekend instead, i mean come on, a weekend without a lil smoke just isnt gonna be fun. and i would have gone mental if i had lost 7gs. weed for me is worth more than money, its fun in a bag.
still just rmebering those thick brown hairs and all those crystals... wish i still had my eighth. another story of mine wich was pure stupidty was i was grinding up some draw with my hand whilst i was a bit drunk and i had to look for my skins so i started lookin throu my jacket then realised i had just poured about 2 grams into the muddy park floor. rolling whilst drunk is dangerous business.

that does suck.. I can't say I have lost any-unless the floor counts :P I'll scan around my sifter box and on the floor every once in a while and I'll sometimes find a bowl's worth haha

so i guess none is really lost..."knocks on wood"