I believe potheads are some of the smartest and most creative people on this world, we may be slow, we may consume a lot of junk food, shit, some of us don't even drive over 35 mph (come on you know who you are). Sometimes we just need a little motivation. So here goes, I'll start the story and all ya'll add to it. K?
David heard the birds singing outside the bedroom window,
he could see the morning sun poking through the miniblinds.
All at once he felt severly disturbed, and sat up abruptly.
He rubbed his eyes and observed his surroundings....
Suddenly he realized he had not slept at his house last night,
and that he was not sure at whoms house he had slept.
He stood up and looked down....
where had his clothes gone?
"Hello!?", he yelled. He could not find anyone around.
He walked through the house and found his clothes laying on the living room floor.
The place was a mess obviously there was some type of party there recently,
tiptoeing through the beer bottles was not an easy task.
He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
"How long have I been out for?", he wondered to himself.
He opened the front door....
He was on the 2nd floor of an apartment complex,
he reached into his pocket and found a car key.
A car key? I don't own a car. Hmmmm...
He walked to the parking lot and pushed the alarm.
BEEP BEEP! echoed a cherry red Trans Am.
Just then an older man walked by,
"Excuse me," says David, "Do you know how to get back to interstate 44 in St. Louis?"
The old man chuckled....."Interstate 44 in St. Louis, you sure you alright? You're at the Grapevine apartments in Los Angeles, California!"
Holy shit....David thought to himself, I have to get home.
He looked at the Trans Am, walked up, then opened the door.
On the drivers seat was an address
64124 Vermont St.
Los Angelas, CA
2:00 P.M.
He turned the key and the engine roared.................
