Enjoing the Blueberry in NYC: Volume 4

[Pride]

Glad to be back in the dorms in downtown Manhattan New York City.
I type all this up as I just came home from a blueberry celebration.

I met with my man and he gave me the usual 30 dollar baggy filled with the common top notch strain we all know and love.

I got in his car.
"How you doing dude?"
"Keeping the spirit up."
"You've always had spirit"
" grin-nod "
"What's the name of what you have?"
"This one is blueberry"
"Oh, werd? That's a really famous one, many people I *read* about (:thumbsup talk about it alot and say how good it is..!

I walked happily back to my dorm.
I don't think I've had blueberry since the very first time I wrote a NYC story long ago here if y'all remember that.
Staring at new weed is like staring at the ring in Lord of the Rings.
It attracts you.
That blueberry smell.
How full it is. So fat the weed penetrates right through the damn bag.
How good you know it will smoke.
That feeling of goodness that spreads throughout your body as you awknowledgi the fact that you are going to have a good time and it puts you in a good mind set for the day.

When should I start it? Too late now at 10:30..?
I should make food for dinner at least..
The dorm is so strict that you can't have any hot plates and steamers and such. You have to use the public kitchen upstairs on the top floor. Fuck that- I'm sneaking in cooking supplies..
RA must visit your room time to time to check and make sure you don't break laws..
Lock your doors, them motherfuckers will come right in if it's unlockded.. gives them the right to.
I'm a careful motherfuck..
Nobody gonna catch my ass doing whateva I want to enjoy my peace .
I had to make a password with my roommate whenever we knock when trying to get in.

Right at the peak of the cooking moment where steam is released everywhere from the steamer, I hear a knock on the door. -knock knock knock-
"FUCK! WHAT'S THE PASSWORD?!" I said with much aggression. (yea, acted crazy)
I peeked through the door's eye where you can see through it and the person on the other side can't see through it.
It wasn't my roommate trying to get in.. it was someone I didn't know.. but the only person who would come as such a stranger at this hour must be an RA. I'm glad I made a password.. if I had opened that door he would have come in and seen the steamer and I'd get in major trouble.
But alas he did not know the password and could not get in.
I'm a careful motherfuck.
Nobody getting in without the password.

He knocked a bit more, did he not hear me? "Knock knock-"RA!"
I first hid my steamer but by the time I was done, he had already left. Nobody was seen through the peek hole. I was safe from trouble for now. I have survived another security check of the downtown strict dorms of nyc.
I'm a careful motherfuck..
I wonder how my crazy yerlls and insanity are heard as outside my door in the hallway as people walk by. Must have scared the RA off, that's for sure.

My friend calls up. He has just finished his first day at work.
Shouldn't it be moral, kind, caring and thoughtful to others especially your best friend if you make their hard effort turn into a wonderful midnight reward? With pride as a lion, I honorably offer to enhance his day.

I walked fast to my friend's house going west to the west village. Nothing but young folks. Most beautiful women you'll ever seen in this country.. I love NY.
Big breasted chickas, hot legs and bods, Big bootiesf, beautiful faces and intellectuals. Drunk fun girls, cute as hell. Girls dressed up ready for a party. Tons of bars and resteraunts filling the city. From Thai to Italian, Mexican, sush, middle eastern and so on and more.
This city is so rich that goodies are always seen being thrown out on the sidewalks by the street. I took home some things that really help my dorm. Even the homeless set up a good enough home outside in the good weather of fall as they lay ion their trashy couches staring at the NY sky.

Enough about the NY culture.
Let's talk about the blueberry now.
I got there quick and right on time, the pipe was already on the couch waiting for the fill.
Damn.. it's even better than I read about..
I only allowed a single bowl to help keep my friend's sleep normal.
Boy that blueberry was so healthy and fresh I think he'll sleep all right as in not too long and unhealthily-lazily. I only read about such fresh healthy weed from stories of 'dam, and here I was with a taste of Amsterdam right here at my friend's crib.
I broke up a small nug real carefully and quickly as to let it burn real slow and even.
We took enough turns to feel good and high.

The smoke.
Toked up in a glass piece, keeping the taste swell and sweet. Soft it was, fresh and neat. As healthy as it was as it prevented the strong urge for munchy treats.%0

Pride Reviewed by Pride on 09-08-2006. Enjoing the Blueberry in NYC: Volume 4 Glad to be back in the dorms in downtown Manhattan New York City. I type all this up as I just came home from a blueberry celebration. I met with my man and he gave me the usual 30 dollar baggy filled with the common top notch strain we all know and love. I got in his car. "How you doing dude?" "Keeping the spirit up." "You've always had spirit" " grin-nod " Rating: 5

[Cas]

wow that's a long read. when you first got the bag did you call it "precious" and covet it more than anything?

[johnnyAKABob]

ive only ever had blueberry once, but it was quite possibly the nicest joint i have ever had

[growitandsmokeit]

Blueberry is absolutely lovely! That dorm sounds absolutely shit couldn't stand having people knocking at my door for inspections at all hours!

[rottenPauL]

i had blueberry in the Dam.. Damn tasty smoke! Ill never forget it

[Pride]

FUCK! It didn't show everything! But holy fuck I'm glad I copied the whole story (cntrl + A + copy) and didn't turn off my pc at all so it was kept copied.

NYC Volume 4 - continued -

The smoke.
Toked up in a glass piece, keeping the taste swell and sweet. Soft it was, fresh and neat. As healthy as it was as it prevented the strong urge for munchy treats.
Glass pipe.. you little wonder piece...

The high.
Just one bowl shared..
Very colorful - tons of wonderful.
Tons of laughter and tons of fun.

The side effects were noticably reduced. Not too much dry sticky eyes, munchies were quite tolerable even when I talked a lot. Very low food supply and not even ANY drinks yet survived it all with no problems even though I had nothing to eat today but a blueberry poptart (ironically) for lunch and a mango for dinner. I was afraid this would hurt my stomach but I felt great. Not a single pain at all.
Not too much slur in my speech at all, I was able to talk my mouth off.

I tried to reach his bed. I see he was already on there, I tried not to sit on him but I looked at the couch and there he was.. no one was on the bed at all.. the blueberry played tricks with me. I cracked up. He smiled. Damn such strong shit..

I got home 2 hours ago and it's nearing 4:20.
Time to go to sleep under the moon of N Y C.

:rasta:

[Pride]

I smoked a fat bowl around noon today and didn't get hungry!
I didn't eat the whole day and was still feeling good and still didn't eat anything until way later for dinner.
I think I found myself a new favorite strain!

[Professor Dan K.]

i think blueberry is quite possibly the greatest weed ive ever tried the sack i picked up was anyway. My friend got a qp from his guy and we brought it over to another friends house to bake out his basement. (parents out of town) we rolled 4 blunts, 1 for each of us and packed bong after bong. it was amazing. it was so hard finishing those blunts, i had to put mine out and save it for later.