Oh my god. I just finished an ounce of dank with my friend Lisa. We just smoked a few bongs and rolled a joint, and that was it... that was the last little bit. I smoked 130 dollars, almost all by myself.

Anyway... here's the story, it spans from Saturday morning untill Tuesday evening. Of course... it's not exact I can't remember every little detail... but it's close enough.

It's Saturday. I was supposed to get an OZ yesterday, but my dealers car broke down. Which sucks, but I'm fine. I know my dealer will come through. So now, I'm sitting in my room, with nothing to do. The phone rings around 10:30, it's my friend Devin.
"Hey... what's happening?" Devin asked.
"Not much, just woke up. I'm getting an OZ soon dude. How about you?" I said.
"Damn... well, I've got about an 8th. It's some real high mids. Smoked two bowls, got blazed as hell." Devin laughed.
"Haha, straight, I'll be over there in about 30 minutes." I said.
"Okay, see you then." And he hung up. Now I had something to do. Which is awesome.

I got ready, and headed over to his house. Once I got there, Devin was sitting on his front porch without his shirt on. By the way... Devin is one cool motherfucker. If you've ever seen Billy Madison, he looks like a 16 year old version of Adam Sandler. So after we meet up, we talk about 10 minutes, and then he pulls out a baggy of shit. The smell was intoxicating. He askes me if I wanna hot-box his loft. I laughed and said sure.

So we get some food, lysol, and Coca-Cola. We're set. We head up to his loft, which is basically a hole cut out of his wall. His dad made it for his older brother before he moved out a few years ago. It's really cool, it's exactly like a room, but smaller, you can't stand up, but there is enough room to lay down or sit, and watch TV. After we get situated, he puts up a blanket over the opening where we just came in. To keep the smoke in of course. We turn on his lava lamp, put some Hendrix on. And pack a few bowls.

After smoking two bowls, it was smokey as hell, you could not see from side to side. Then, Devin got the great idea to smoke a blunt with the rest of his shit. I loved the idea, and pulled out a blunt wrap and waved it around. Devin allowed me to roll the blunt, since I'm a much better roller, especially when I'm high. After making a tight, fat blunt, we smoked that shit so fast. Now the room was a watery milk color... We were just laughing our asses off. When his brother Ivan, who is 14 and is like a brother to me, overheard while he was on the phone with his girlfriend. So he came up to the loft, and put the sheet away to see what was happening. BAM! A giant cloud of smoke hit him and he was coughing so bad while muttering "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Devin scrambled to put the sheet back up, after that was situated, Ivan came in and sat down, and said he could smell it from the door. Devin and I just busted out laughing. Ivan got high off the room alone. So now... we were out of weed. Oh well. After we got the room and loft cleared up and smell free, which took a considerable amount of effort, we just chilled for a while. Then around... 2. I called my dealer and we set-up a meet up time at the local park which was conveniently located in walking distance, only about 5 minutes. After the deal went down, I noticed some guy had been watching me. I was still too high to really care. He slowly dissapeared.

After getting back to Devin's house, we rolled a joint of my shit, which smelt amazingly dank. We smoked it on his back porch. The joint got us as high as the blunt and two bowls did. Right then I knew it was some reallll good shit. Then I noticed what time it was... 9:00 PM. I freaked out, I now didn't have a ride home. And my house is about 30 minutes walking time. Finally, I mustered the strength to walk home. Was it the longest walk ever. I don't really remember much. But along the way, I met one of my friend's Miranda walking with her friends. We talked and they said I reaked of pot. And asked me how much I had, they went crazy when I pulled out an ounce of weed on the side of a busy highway. Not one of my brightest moments I'll admit, but they're faces were the best.

After talking to them, I told them I had to go... so I went... I eventually wound up at home, not really remembering how exactly I got there, since there are several ways. At home, I go to sleep. That was the end of day 1. I must say that was an awesome day.



On Sunday morning, I smoked a few bowls and got super blazed, probably one of the best wake and bakes ever. At around 12, I called my friend Cheyenne. She said come over, and we'll smoke a few blunts. I got a ride over there, and chilled for a while, then smoked a blunt and chilled. I was blitzed out of my mind already. Cheyenne said this was some good shit. We were watching Team America, and smoking cigarettes (I know smoke when I'm high.). I heard something like it was burning... then I noticed I could hear my cigarette burning. It was odd. Anyway... time passed without me noticing, before long, my dad came to Cheyenne's house looking for me. Sunday wasn't that much of an eventful day. After going home at around 7, I smoked another bowl, and passed out on the floor in my guest room. My dad finally got me up and said I talking incoherently in my sleep. He asked me if I was fine, I said of course. And slowly walked to my bed, crashed, and went to sleep for 7 hours at around 8:00 PM. That was Day 2. Not much of a fun day, but hey... weed made it better.



I woke up around 5 in the morning... I swear it was the hardest thing to do. But I had to go to school. So I decided to smoke a few bowls after taking a shower, since I didn't take one the night before for obvious reasons. At around 6:00 AM, I rolled a blunt, and got ready to go to the bus-stop. I get my license in little over a month. At 6:10 I walked outside, and lit my blunt up in my driveway, and walked to my bus-stop which was a bit of a walk, but it was okay... I had a blunt. After getting there and chilling for about 10 minutes, I hear the bus, and I finish taking my last hit. I throw the roach... since it was nothing but rolled up paper to act as a roach.

I get on the bus, I put on my iPod Mini. Listen to some Apoptygma Berzerk. I'm in heaven. It was still really dark outside, I love listening to music in the dark. I'm one of the first stops, so I sit on the bus for about 30 to 40 minutes each morning. Might as well be high! So after my friend gets on, he was talking to me about skating at this local spot the other day. It sounded he was yelling, but after I told him to stop yelling he said he was talking regularly, if not quietly. So I just listened to music, and kept seeing CEVs, something that I usually don't see. But, I saw them, I swear. They were eyes, eyes watching me. Then the eyes morphed into a giant white room, and I felt trapped. Trapped in my own mind, it was a scary feeling, I felt like I had no contact with the outside world. I looked over at my friend who was in the seat across from me. The term "so close, but so far away." was the first thing that came to my mind, he was right there, but it felt like he was millions of miles away. Finally... I just screamed. Yup. At around 6:40 in the morning on a quiet bus, I just screamed. Boy, did it feel good. I felt free, free from the abyss of my mind.

At school in the morning before school actually started, I just sat in the courtyard eating a biscuit. 1st period rolled by, French was exceptionally easy that day. 2nd period, came and went, I slept through it. I always hated Geometry. 3rd period was Team Sports, I sorta played basketball, it was hard, but I played. Lunch came by, I was coming down a bit, and I was hungry as hell,but I had no money... I bummed about 9 pieces of pizza off about 14 people... yeah... a few people only gave me a bite...

4th period rolled by, which is a two hour long class in my school. Health... I need to pass it to get my license. Didn't really do anything, we were on the section about drugs, but to be exact, we were talking about Cannabis. 5th period is always fun, it's Biology. My teacher is the best teacher ever. We just talk about random stuff and he lets us do the work at our own pace. 6th period... I don't remember much. I usually sleep in that class anyway... today was definately no different.

After getting home, I smoke 3 more bowls, and go skate with my friend from the morning. We skate his rail... couldn't really do anything... I lost my balance alot. I also couldn't tell which side was the tail or nose. It took me a while to figure it out. Even though I have different colored bolts to indicate which is which... It was about 5, I went over to Devin's house, and we ended up going to some stranger's house to smoke pot and drink. I passed out... in a total stranger's house for about 3 hours till around 9. I had to walk to a gas station, because the people didn't have a working phone. I used it called my friend and he gave me a ride home. That was crazy.



Tuesday rolls around, don't have alot left... I smoke a few bowls before school. This day I slept through all my classes. But this time, my friend Lisa came over, we finished the bowls. Got high... it was so good. Then we chilled and she slept on my bed while I watched TV. She went home... and I had an empty feeling... the pot... was gone. The great legacy of my OZ of dank was over. Oh well... I had some of the best times, ever. Au revoir.





Oh... and this weekend there's a party, and I'm getting a quarter of an ounce to match with a shit-load of other people that are bringing some.
Gecko Reviewed by Gecko on . OZ of dank? Holy fuck. Oh my god. I just finished an ounce of dank with my friend Lisa. We just smoked a few bongs and rolled a joint, and that was it... that was the last little bit. I smoked 130 dollars, almost all by myself. Anyway... here's the story, it spans from Saturday morning untill Tuesday evening. Of course... it's not exact I can't remember every little detail... but it's close enough. :) It's Saturday. I was supposed to get an OZ yesterday, but my dealers car broke down. Which sucks, but I'm Rating: 5