So I'm sitting in my apt. with an impending sensation of boredom creeping upon me. I decide that it's time to smoke. I go over to my stash and try to act surprised when my bottle is EMPTY, even though I already knew it was. After staring at my empty pharmaceutical bottle for several minutes, I decide to call my usual dealer and get no answer. Slowly descending into sweaty paranoia, I decide to go to my car and hope to find some bud in my dash. Nothing in there either. Suddenly, a small green nug catches the corner of my eye, I slowly turn my head and realize that there is some eons-old blackberry sitting on the corner of the passenger-side carpet. I grab it and grin, looking for more precious scraps on my carpets. I eventually find other pieces, ranging from petrified OG Kush to lint-infested schwag. A crumbled plethora of marijuana in my hands, I race up to my apt. and throw all of it into my vaporizer, and now I'm stoned listening to Pink Floyd.

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methodnredd Reviewed by methodnredd on . Story of a Scavenger So I'm sitting in my apt. with an impending sensation of boredom creeping upon me. I decide that it's time to smoke. I go over to my stash and try to act surprised when my bottle is EMPTY, even though I already knew it was. After staring at my empty pharmaceutical bottle for several minutes, I decide to call my usual dealer and get no answer. Slowly descending into sweaty paranoia, I decide to go to my car and hope to find some bud in my dash. Nothing in there either. Suddenly, a small Rating: 5