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: