after i getting stoned at my friend mike's house, i was biking home, but when i thought i saw a cop car (probably was just some old lady) i dropped my bike and ran into the woods, where i proceeded to run for some unknown reason. after running for either a minute or an hour, ill never know, i decide to smoke a few bowls to myself to calm down. well after doing this, i had no idea which way the road was, or where my bike was. i was lost in the woods, so i decided to make a tent out of my jacket. after lying under my tent for an hour, i hear a car drive by, and realize that i had been running alongside the road that whole time, and was about 20 feet away from the pavement. i ran to the road, backtracked until i found my bike, and eventually made it home.
Climbing High Reviewed by Climbing High on . post your best drug adventures you know... munchies-driven voyages to find food at 2 AM sunday night, daring escapes from the cops, getting stuck in public places, all that harold and kumar kind of stuff that everyone enjoys. me, i'm sad to say my pot-smoking career has been pretty uneventful. i'm always either in a car or at home when i do it, ive never been caught by the cops, my parents know, and i live in a small town with a 24/7 supermarket so food is always available. Rating: 5