a day of PHX bongs, orange kush, hobos, hotboxing closets and passing out before mi..

[420_Roller]

this is a very long story, so if you dont like long stories, then you wont be reading this obviously. if you do read it, woooooo hooooo!!!!

this story took place in october of 2007. it was a cool autumn day and myself and my friends matt, james, and shannon were heading out to baltimore to watch a local band thats also good friends of ours called Foretold. so to start the day off, we headed over to Mike's house. Mike is our friend, our mentor, and last but not least, our dealer. we headed over there because the fucker has a full music studio in his basement, and we knew thats where foretold was gonna be practicing before the show. so we get to his house, and the first thing thats going on is the bass player (kong) and the lead singer (dugan) were sitting at the table right at the door rolling joints. they had 9 already rolled up, and were planning to make a total of 20. they inform us that everyone else is in the back room. the back room is the smoking room of mike's house.

so we open the door, and smoke is just pouring out of the room. we hear voices somewhere in the midst of the smoke yelling at us to shut the door. there was 3 people in the room; mike, the guitarist (pindell) and the drummer (pukach.) i sit next to pindell and he looks at me and says, "have you hit my phx yet?" i say no...and he whips out his phx bong. if you've never seen a phx bong, go to the link below to see what this fucking thing looks like...

http://xmordecaix.com/xmordecaixcopp...normal_phx.jpg


so anyway, mike pulls out his humungous jar of blueberry, while pukach gets out his sandwich bag bulging with beasters and pindell gets out his decent sized stash of orange kush. pindell puts his orange kush at the bottom of the hitter, then mike loaded a little bit of blueberry, and pukach topped it off with his beasters. pindell warns me that it hit like a champ, i was just like, whatever man. i light the shit up and clear the bowl in one hit. however, it took me about 3 or 4 pulls to get all the smoke out of all the chambers. by the time i was finally done, i couldn't comprehend the voices around me. i was fuuuuucked up.

but wait, the story's not done yet! james finally gets his ass up off the couch and we make our way over to baltimore to watch the show. when we show up to the club (club sonar) we help unload everything, and then extremely hungry from being extremely stoned earlier, we make our way over to the closest mcdonald's. just for myself i got 3 double cheeseburger's, a large fry, and a large drink. james got the same thing. matt, on the other hand, pretty much ordered one of everything on the menu. just by himself he ordered $27 worth of food. this crazy asshole ate all of it, too. so anyway, we got food in us, and we're ready to rock out. james and i walked out of the mcdonald's and lit up our cigarettes. now, if you've ever been to baltimore, you know shit like this happens all the time, but if you've never been to baltimore, the only city that's statistically harder to live in is LA, but anyway, we're standing there and this woman comes up to us and asks us how we're doing. still buzzing pretty strongly and stuffed with food, i'm in a relatively good mood so i go i'm great! in one of those pretty enthusiastic voices. well she starts tellin me that the reason why i'm in a good mood is because god blesses me every day just like he does all his children. when she walked away, james looks at me and goes, 'yeah god blesses me every day.' 'really?' i ask. 'yeah. he blesses me with the ability to roll fantastic joints.' on this note matt and shannon finally came out of mcdonald's.

we're heading back to sonar when we see a black dude wearing a hoodie standing by a pillar. me and matt kept a close eye on him for some reason, and when he thought nobody was looking, he took out his crack pipe and started hittin it. we found it oddly hysterical. so we finally get back to sonar where we have a surprise waiting for us. dugan was waiting for us out front and tells us that since they appreciated us helping them unload everything, we're getting VIP passes for the night. this was excellent news for us because we knew the only perk to having a VIP pass is you can smoke an insane amount of weed and not have to worry about being caught by security.

we put on our wristbands and head back to the dressing room. we walk into the dressing room, and it was pretty much a repeat of what had happened at mike's house. the only difference was i was already high before i even sat down this time. going around this dressing room, that was literally no bigger than a cupboard, was two joints, a blunt, a bubbler, and a one-hitter, between 14 people or so. so the night goes on. we had been smoking a good hour and a half when we realized the bag we were pulling from was empty. matt gets out his cell phone and calls mike. 'hey mike, we're out of weed. what do we do?' mike told us to hang on. 25 minutes later, he comes back in with a huge bag of orange kush and his bubbler. so we load the shit up and at this point, i knew it was literally impossible for me to get any higher than i already was, i was only smoking to keep my high going for a long time.

so this scenario goes on for about 3 or 4 more hours. keep in mind, 3 or 4 more hours later, it's barely 10:30 at night. foretold was scheduled to play at 11:15 and the plan was to leave the dressing room to go watch them play. 11:10 comes around and we were in the back psychin ourselves up. i stand up, but gravity had other plans for me. i fell right the fuck back down and did not get up again. i zoned in and out of consciousness while foretold plays. the only thing i fully remember now during that time period was a hairy white dude in a toga asking me how i was enjoying my night. the next thing i remember matt picks me up by my shirt and told me to follow him. we walk out to the car, i climb in the backseat, and thats it. i dont remember where i fell asleep, where i woke up, or even what i did before dinnertime two days later.

so thats my long ass story. if you hated it, i'm truly sorry for wasting your time.
if you loved it.....i'm truly sorry for wasting your time.

[Jay2Oh]

I thouroughly (sp I know it) enjoyed it, rep