when i smoke, it's always with my best friend angie. we're often with other people, but me and her are inseperable. she's a kickass gangsta-rappin dreadlock-rockin 17 year old badass with an affinity for karate and pie. shes pretty much the most awesome person on the face of the earth besides me, which is pretty fucking unbelievable. she and i smoke for the love of the ganj, pure and simple, and get our kicks by trying to get OUT of our town as much as possible.

besides us, there's a random collection of hippies and pseudo-preppy kids we blaze with once in a while. they are:

max & alex: true hippies, love "adventures", tripping, and the grateful dead. shouldve been born 30 years before they were. know all the best conservation lands and allman brothers songs. will get you great drugs for concerts.

jayyyy: badass slayer-lovin metal freak with a bad temper and an addictive personality. we used to blaze allt he time but he's been doing coke lately, lamerz.

kim & dave & brett: rich kids that spend all their moms money on the ganj. useful for good nug and rides to burger king.

darcy: this kid invented a bumper sticker that says "destination: ya mom's house" and created a website to sell them. he's 5'4" on a good day and is 100% irish, so we make fun of him and call him a leprachaun. he's fucking badass and sells copy machines.

dyson: this is the most badass kid we know. he's a legend in our school for setting the suspension record and permanently engraving the word "WEED" on a tree in our smoker's woods. this kid is known to pick you up and lead you to an abandoned railroad track with a 12-pack of red stripe only to walk a mile and realize you had no bottle opener. he kinda looks like a heroin addict and still lives in his mom's basement, and half of his room is a half pipe. he's way cooler than you.

the end.