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that better be a joint
how about this....
In an effort to conceal and disguis my wife and my smokinh habit I found a ciggerete. Its just a crappy little Indian cig called a beedie or bidi. the lady at the liquer store told me it was tobacco rolled in a leaf and it looked like a joint. i bought a couple packs and at various office, neighborhood, family, etc functions, I would pull one and take a puff.
people would ask "what's that?" I would say that it was an indian cigarette. i would hold it and smoke it in the same motion as a joint. Now when someone sees me hitting a joint, I can always say "No, that musta been a bidi" Cause they smell all weird and funcky with different flavors. Good disguise I thought.
but then those crappy little fuckers start tasting good. att first that tasted like a dried camel turd, but now... yummy... So now i sometimes sneak out of the house to take a hit of a vanilla bidi like some sphmore age sorority girl study Art history rather than a joint.
So no the old lady is on my ass to slac;k off of them when were at home and not needing to camoflage. So the other night I'm out sneaking a vanilla bidi and the SHE catches me. And the first thing she says is............
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...what a long strange trip its been...
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