I live in Brooklyn, New York City. One time in 2003 I decided to buy weed for the first time. I had 10 dollars in my pocket and that was exactly the cost of one pocket (or should I say a very small bag?) of weed. So, the guy in the neighboring building had weed to sell, but I told him, "I don't have a pipe to smoke it from, so you have to roll it for me". I didn't get high on weed, I only got slightly depressed for a few hours. I didn't buy more weed from him because those dudes weren't nice to me.
So, this is my short story about my experience with weed. What are your comments about it?
Oleg Reviewed by Oleg on . My story I live in Brooklyn, New York City. One time in 2003 I decided to buy weed for the first time. I had 10 dollars in my pocket and that was exactly the cost of one pocket (or should I say a very small bag?) of weed. So, the guy in the neighboring building had weed to sell, but I told him, "I don't have a pipe to smoke it from, so you have to roll it for me". I didn't get high on weed, I only got slightly depressed for a few hours. I didn't buy more weed from him because those dudes weren't nice to Rating: 5