Posted 28 November 2006 - 11:30 PM
once i bought a half pound of schwag on my 18th birthday.
i knew this older guy in town, like 25, we'll call him j.
well j said he could get me half ounces of scwag for 25, and that price would just go up from there, which kinda sucks, but we got the 1/2 lb for 500, which wasn't bad at the time.
so i called him up one day and said i've got 500, can i get a half pound and he says yeah, we gotta drive to my buddy chaz's place.
so we drive to the border of indiana/illinois, still in illinois, and meet this dude at a burger king. he pulls up in a red cadillac 2 door eldorado blasting music. rolls out of the car and is the whitest guy i've seen in a while. almost no hair on his pale legs, but he had on some gangsta clothes.
he said, "lets roll back to my castle"
which turned out to be his trailer. when we got there he first led me to what looked like two normal small trees he had growing in his little area of the yard.
when we got up close there were 2 HUGE weed plants that blended in perfectly with the 2 trees growing there. it was ridiculous, you couldn't even see it until you were 2 feet away.
so we have to wait in his house for like 2 hours for his friends to drive the stuff from indiana. we were waiting on some state police to leave the area or something, some bullshit i really didn't buy.
he had a gun he put in his basketball shorts, which fell out because they are basketball shorts, and fell to the floor. i grabbed my girlfriend's head and laid on top of her, i seriously thought the gun was going to off, i mean shit what the fuck man, just walking around with a gun?
so he downs like 8 red dogs, then leaves to pick up a sack to roll a blunt with. he comes back and slices the blunt, i see him licking the whole thing, he turns around and in 2 seconds he turns back around and seals the blunt. it was like a 5 second roll total. fucking amazing.
long story short, i got my half lb and enjoyed the shit out of my birthday.
when i got back to my house(my parents went to wisconsin for the week) i did a little blow and smoked tons of weed, then we had a fatty contest.
i won the contest with a 3.2g joint.
it was enourmous, i used 2 papers and even took a needle and poked a line through from end to end.
and i lost it IN MY HOUSE
and to this day it has never turned up....
my theory, my dog found it and ate it and got really fucked up