Reminissing The Good Old Days

[SuicidalSpaz]

Hey guys, Spaz here. I had a very interesting night, which just ended ( And I'm still pretty stoned, laying in bed) about 10 minutes ago.

When I was 15 and 16, my two best friends and I were hardcore stoners. We tried to stay in touch after they moved away, and we talked about once a week. When I left for the military, we barely talked. We began to split apart, and it was sad. We were each other's first real circle of stoners. We got into all sorts of mischief together.

They called me earlier around 7, and said they were coming to visit. I was estatic. I smoked a blunt while waiting, and got baked. I waited and waited, and it began to get dark. In my clouded mind, I began Reminissing the Good Old days.


The 3 of us did the same thing every night we blazed. It was usually a chilly and windy night, with omnistic vibes spread around the dark town. We always chilled at Nicky's to smoke. His mother went to bed at around 10 ish, but would wake up at 12:30 to make sure we were all home by her curfew ( such a nice lady, just wanted to keep us safe. That gave us two hours to be gone and back.

The store was far away, as was the exxon. Right outside the exxon was a bus station. The bus station ran from midtown into dark downtown. We'd stand outside the exxon for a good 20 minutes, waiting for someone to walk inside who looked like they'd buy us cigarettes and a dutch.

We waited and waited. It was now 10:45, and no one looked corrupt enough. " Fuck this man, we need to meet D downtown in 15 minutes, the bus will be here any minute, and we can't miss that shit or we ain't smoking yo". " Nicky was right. One of us needed to go inside and brave the near impossible odds of purchasing a cheap cigar to fill with marijuana.

Within a matter of moments, Nicky exited the exxon, with a grin on his face. " Got it bitches!" He proudly exclaimed. We saw the bus pulling up, and ran towards it.

The bus was old and decrepit. It squeked and groaned constantly, and looked as full of pain and deceit as it's occupants. These were the barhoppers, headed out of midtown, in search of a grimier and dirtier time ahead downtown.

We reached the downtown area and found D by the bus stop. " You're late, guys" he growled out from under his torn black champion hoodie.

" My fault man, it took forever to get a dutch, but we got the money," I replied to his anger.

D told us it was aiight, and he understood. D was an up and coming dealer in the area. He could get a lot of shit for a 17 year old, and he was a good person. He walked with us down an alley and kept us safe. D suddenly stopped, and turned around asking for the money. We each presented 10 dollars.

$10 each was a lot for a 3 guy group of jobless and barely above poverty 15 year olds. We'd do what we could during the week: chores, borrowing, shoveling snow, etc... But we always managed to scrounge up the $10, all of us. D pulled out a sandwhich bag, containing 3 medium sized blunts. He handed them over.

Now we'd only been smoking for about 3 years now, and only smoked once or twice a week. We smoked half our blunts under the watch of D, who'd occasionally took a hit. He was a great guy. Going out of his way to give us a deal- just 3 more kids who would get high and pass it around. He was a different type of dealer. A true stoner. He loved to help those around him be happy and high.

" Alright guys, have fun and be safe." D told us this every night. In a very stoned and drawn out voice Dave had asked " What do you mean man, we just got here!?" D took out his watch and showed us the time- 11:25. We had exactly 20 minutes to run across the busy street, avoid cops and enter the pathmark. We always were bad with time, and had rush like crazy each time.

We made it into the path mark with about 15 minutes to spare. We had to run to the snack isle ( chips and drinks), pick something out each, pay for it and make it to the bus in only 15 minutes. We ran through the store.

The aisle of chips was amazing. Imagine being 15 years old sneaking out of your friend's house. You all make it downtown late at night wtih no adults protecting you, just eachother. You make it to your destination, and are staring at an isle full of different drinks and chips, high as fucking hell.

But like I said before, money was tight, very tight. Whatever chips were on sale, we each grabbed a bag of.

High end quality chips weren't an option, and Utz were usually the pick. I would grab salt n vinegar, Dave would grab garlic and onion, and Nicky would grab Jax cheese curls.

On this particular night, they had a sale just for us. The cheaper brands were on sale, buy one get one. We each ended up with two bags of chips, and were estatic. We had usually bought snapple, as they were $.40 a piece back in the day. But the arizona iced teas ( usually .99 each) were also buy one get ones! We ended up with 3 drinks each, and proceded to check out.

You see, we'd get back to Nicky's, and run into the basement as quietly as possible. We normally just made it before his mother came downstairs. We would put in a good movie or turn on the T.V. and chill with a bag of chips. Every 10 or 15 minutes, we'd rotate the bag of chips. This was all during one of our infamous conversations. Remember the ones when you just started smoking? They were full of giggles, completely insane and retarded ideas followed by louder giggles, then ended with a break of muffled giggles as you tried as hard as you could to not wake anyone.

But back to that night. We made it onto the bus. It reaked of whiskey and cheap vodka. All the drunks began to head back to midtown. They would pass out and wake up the next morning, only to repeat their boring lives and drown their sorrows in booze.

Sitting on the bus was scary. We had a lot to worry about. First off, we were all really high, and only off of half a blunt which ties into the second worry: Having weed on you. We still had the better part of a blunt in our pockets, and it could fall out at any time. Did they see our eyes? Could they smell the marijuana?

The eternal bus ride would finally end back in the same place that we started. Exxon was scary at this time, The cops would infest the town at around 10:30, and stayed until near one.

It was 12:10, and we began the hike back to Nicky's house. We always took the side streets. It was longer, but the burned out street lights helped to camoflouge us. We each re-sparked our blunt and began puffing.

We'd arrive at Nicky's at nearly 12:30. We'd rush up to the door, just finishing our blunts. We'd be completely ripped, stoned silly. We had a few moments to find the right key and sneak back into the house, and downstairs. Would we stink up the house too?

Nicky frantically searched for the right key, and found it. The relief we felt when that door opened was nice, but now another challenge awaited. We had to tippy-toe down the hall to the basement door. We'd come in, and keep all the lights off. Taking off our shoes as quietly as possible was always tough, and we walked across the creaking floorboards.

Reaching the basement door, we quietly opened the door, and slid downstairs. We all ran to our favorite spots:

I would be on the futon, just chillin. Nicky was on the couch that was engulfed in pillows and Dave chilled on 2 or 3 beanbag chairs.

We would search for a decent VHS to watch, or surf the chanels. How great it felt to be safe. No one caught us tonight, and we let out a sigh of relief. We talked about how lucky we got, and how were never got busted. His mom never figured out what we did every weekend. We joked at our skills, and began to munch on our chips and giggle, with the faint sound of the T.V. in the background, and the world quietly outside sleeping.



Just a story from my past. I asked my boys if they remembered this night specifically, and how awesome it was. We left my house and drove to the path mark to re-live the old days.

They had the chips buy one get one, as well as arizona tea's. We were shocked...

And the night this happened when we were 15? Yeh it was tonight. We were absolutely freaked out. We came back to my place and chilled in the basement with a futon, couch, and beanbag chair. They're both passed out, and I'm about to do the same. I have work all day tomorow, but it's fine. I lived out an amazing moment in the past, and Reminissed The Good Old Days...

[LegitBaller]

reminds me exactly of my time as a youngster as well....almost makes me shed a tear...emotional post spaz, emotional.
how we all love 'the goold ol days'....and its so awesome how every single stoner knows what im talkin bout!
gotta love life man, gotta love it

[scoobydooby67]

ha i really liked that.

[Stonedgobln420]

AN awesome bedtime story for me, thanks for sharing!

[Blaze_It_Up420]

Loved it man +rep. Great story telling for sure.

Reminds me of me and when me and my friends first started toking.

Ah, those were the days.

[PJV575]

Great read, I wish I had good friends to blaze with now.

I'd give you rep, because it really was an amazing read, but I can't today anymore.

[sparkdatzoot]

man that is deep. Almost made me a tear lol. Does sound like a truely amazing night, to see they werent just blazing buddies and relive a moment from past years is so cool. I would love that.

[ipack]

one of the few longer posts that's actually worth reading every line

great story and nice imagery too, i felt like i was there as a firsthand observer.

[TubePhan]

My days as a 15 year old were exactly the same. I still chill with my group of stoners because their my best friends. Hell, one of them is going to the same college as me(Penn State).

[Rhythm of Life]

That was great man. Made me remember the times sneaking around the house on the late night tryin not to wake the rents. The "all the lights off, shoes off, creaking floor" description was exactly what I did. Definitely reminded me of the old days but I'm glad they are over.

[Blażeitup420]

great story +rep

Blazeitup we have like the same name

[dangermouse]

Originally Posted by ipack

one of the few longer posts that's actually worth reading every line

great story and nice imagery too, i felt like i was there as a firsthand observer.

^^ what ipack said

That was really enjoyable to read.

You have talent there, it was like getting lost in a good book..

[filthymcnasty]

+rep man thats a hell of a story

[thatcrazydude]

that made me happy when i go off to college back where iused to live im hittin up all my old stoner buddies from those good ole days

[Arcane]

Dude your so good at telling stories. Ever consider being a writer? Btw, that was an awesome story, i have a friend that is just like D. Those type of guys are awesome. =]

-Ali