Yesturday was one of the best days ever, and kinda funny as hell, classic stoner trust all through the day.
I woke at 6am to my mom calling me telling me to get up, she will be over at 6:40 to drive my ass to Worcester to take my driving class to get my license back. I was pissed because the night before I was stoned as hell off of this really nice haze I got from my dealer. Well I was ready for the 8 hour class ahead of me.
I got dropped off there at 7:50. I had no cigs, hardly any bud, and no pipe. I was upset
This day was going to suck so much balls I kept thinking. Well I got in the class, sat through the first 2 hours which really wasn't bad at all. Went outside and bummed a Newport from some guy there. We were all talking about our cars and how much we love to speed in them. One kid had a bike that could reach 180 easy.
Well we went back inside after our extended half an hour break. Sat through another 2 hours, then our teacher said he would give us an hour to eat lunch. So now I'm thinking "Yes! time to blaze!" but suddenly I can't find my bud. So I ask this kid I see at Worcester State College if he has any green. He said "Yeah follow me man, how much you have?"
I told him I have 10$ and I was just taking a driving class and needed to burn one badly. Him and I walked down the road to a frat house. We went inside and there were a few guys there smoking a blunt. They said they didn't have any left, but I could hit the blunt, and so I hit it 2 times, and got a nice little buzz from it and set out down the road. I turned on my music and just started walking to get a pack of cancer.
Got my cancer when I spotted a McDonalds, this day was getting better, and I still had 45 min before I had to be back. So I light up one, and walked over the McDonalds. Got a nice Milk Shake and started to walk back. Got back there, had a good time because I was nice and high, had some cigs, and a nice cold drink on the single best day I've seen in a while.
Well the class ended an hour early and I still had to wait for my mom to show up to drive me back to my house. So I sat there with this guy from Africa. He was really chill, he pulled out a spliff and light it up. We smoked that, and I told him of the shit I got, and then I see blowing across my legs, my little bag of weed. I got PUMPED and he pulled out some Balishag and we smoked it.
He loved it so much he wanted a HP every week. I was happy to hear that also!
So my rents came, and I went back to my house, just sat there, and smoked a nice big fat bowl to the head. It was SO nice out, because my entire house smelt like fresh air, whenever there is a nice day I'll open some windows, Today I opened them ALL. So the entire house now doesn't smell like new wood. I just sat there on the couch shirtless and smoked a bowl with the window blowing. It was the best time ever!
I was on a slight buzz the entire day, mostly tobacco, that bowl when I got home felt so damn good! Then I went out and smoked like 8 bowls in my friends hottub. That shit was fun, I need to REALLY invest in a hottub for my place.... Maybe put that shit in the basement, hook up a hookah to a stand in the middle, that would be chill.
EDIT: When I say "stoner trust" I mean it's funny how 19 people who have NEVER met eachother, and never will again, can just share open stories about their days of smoking, even the teacher was talking about it from when he was in college. It's just fun. And the fact that I followed a guy in the second biggest city in MA to go pick up bud, and the African guy.... crazy........ I'm high as hell.