when I was 16 years old, I lived in staten island (NYC) and there was this convenience store called Bips that every underage kid who drank beer would go to to get beer all over the island, one night me, my bro and my friend mike went there to get some 40's of beer and just before we got there we blazed a fatty and there was more than half to go and when we pulled up to the store it was my turn and my bro was driving and he expected me to leave the fatty with him while me and mike went into the store to get the beer, so I just took the joint and continued into the store with the joint in my hand and as I walked into the store I was pulling at the joint still and my friend mike was getting a kick out of it, then when we were standing in front of the refrigerator I let out a big ass cloud of smoke and then I passed the joint over to mike who could not help laughing as was trying to take a hit and he blew out a huge cloud, then he passed it back to me and I was hitting on it and this guy who was totally amazed we were smoking the joint said it smelled like good shit and I passed it over to him and he took a hit, and we were laughing so hard we could not help it, then while we were paying for the beer we were still taking hits and I am getting my change with the joint hanging out of my mouth and the stranger who took a hit thanked us and after we paid, we jumped back in the car and my bro was like what happened to the joint its just a roach now, it was so hysterical for me, I will never forget it. back in the day for me.
so thats my true story, peace!
