Only once have I ever really felt like I lost a chunk of weed.

Me and this girl from my job had always talked about smoking together, but our schedules just never matched up like that. She helped me buy a few times, but that was all.

So during this particular time, I hadn't smoked much in a while, but it had probably been months and months since we smoked a blunt!

So anyway, we finally get together after work for a burn cruise, and she rolls a niiiice fat blunt.... she sparks it up, and starts smoking it not hit & pass or anythin, but like hit hit hit hit hit hit hit hit pass. I can't smoke blunts like that, so I just took a few hits and passed it back. Well, while we're ridin, we've of course got the windows down. I'm drivin, and she's in the passenger seat. She takes a puff, puts her arm out the window to ash it, and WHOOSH... the fucker's gone.

I'd only gotten a few nibbles off of it too...

We went back to look for it, but it was nowhere to be found. We took it as a sign that somethin bad woulda happened if we'd kept smokin on the route we were on.. superstitions and such.

But man, it sure is a fuckin downer.

Hope somethin good happens to ya soon, buddy, to make up for the loss!