SO today, I smoked some of the finest weed I have ever smoked. I was walking down some tracks, and saw a guy I know who smokes weed. He is considerably older than me, so we don't know each other well, but we've seen each other and talked before. I saw him and said hello. he responds with "wanna blaze?" I was like oh yeah! we ended up blazing near the road, and he read some lyrics he had written. they were cool. I proceeded to buy a gram of what we had been smoking. hung out with him and...

So the other day, i was hanging out with a friend, X. We received a call from another friend, Y. He said he had crafted quite the fine bong from a huge monster can, and that we had to try this thing out. I couldn't pass this up. Myself and X walk across town to get to this guys house. We buy some monster and use that as bong water. He packs the slide with some fine ass dope, and we blaze that bong. I was basically couch-locked after this session. X did not participate. Another friend, Z arrives...

celebrated with two fat bowl packs. Started out smoking down by the river, incinerated one bowl there. my friend tried to roll a joint and failed misrebly. used like 3 wraps on one J. Migrated to Under The Bridge, where I blazed another bowl. it was a great way to start off the summer.

Okay, So i smoke a bowl on these railroad tracks right, a nice hefty bowlpack. Although, to my misfortune, a train came through that day. It stopped at the station right across the street (I was under this bridge, it's hard to be seen under there. or a least i thought so.) SO, I bail out from under the tracks, circle town a few times, then this cop goes "'Mere son." and I'm like oh shit, this is it. I was basically flying at this time. He looks me square in the eyes, talks...