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Old 03-20-2002, 03:38 AM
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There's a few of my favorite memories.

1.This girl I met was a mad smoker. She came over one night and we just sat around getting high. She was a soccer player and DAMN HOT. I was suprised she was here in my room smoking, I thought a guy like me could never possibly get a chick this fine. So anyways...we were just sitting around and all of a sudden we started kissing and the next thing you know we were having the best hot-n-sweaty sex...damn!

2. The entire summer of 1997. I had my routine. I was getting hash oil from a buddy at work so I always had smoke. Everyday I would get home from work, smoke a couple joints and surf the net, talk to my gilrfriend (we met online) and chill. After about 9 my best friend would put his kid to bed and come over,I'd roll up a few oints and we would go bike riding all night, stopping in various locales for smoke breaks. Getting high and going for a bike ride on a cool summer night is great!

3.The 2001 Marijuana March in Toronto. After the march was over everyone sort of gathered in Queen's Park and took over. There I was, baked out of my face and surrounded by literally thousands of people, all of them getting high. The weather was perfect, the high was great, and all the trees in the park had a very calming effect, a great day all around.

4. Getting high with my friends on vacation. I moved to Toronto in 1998. It was my first time being out on my own, and I was all alone in this new city except for my girlfriend. All my friends and family were back home. A year later, when I got vacation from work, I flew back home for 2 weeks. My first night there we just sat at a table in my twin brothers back yard. I was very nicely floating, all my firends were there, everyone was havcing a good time and were happy to see me. Once again, prefect weather, no mosquitoes (they're a problem in Winnipeg!)...good times.

5. Yet another day in the summer of 97. My buddy had just come by and we were getting ready for our bike ride with a pre-bike joint. We sat in my room. I picked up my bass guitar, plugged it into a distortion pedal, and then a wah pedal. After we finished the joint I zoned into my bass and spent the next 20 minutes or so playing the SWEETEST bass solo I've ever managed to play before or since. I'm pretty critical of myself in that area and don't think I'm that great of a bass player, but that night I was on the ball!

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