So last night a smoke MAYBE .3g and i go to prep another small bowl while outside on the balcony of my apartment. The balcony looks over some parking lot to some office buildings that I would have suspected to be totally empty at 1 am (not that it really makes a difference, I'm a good distance away). Anyway, back to the story, I hear what sounds like a big group of people talking and immediately I duck my head under the table. (not really sure why, just the weed i suppose) I hear these people talking and they were there for about 5 mins and they start to leave. This whole time i'm sitting on a chair with my head under this table but i just thought what the hell there leaving anyway, time for round 2. I finish of my 2nd bowl and I call it quits. However i still hear cars moving, and when i say moving i mean revving their engines like crazy. Keep in mind i STILL have my head under the table. I sit like this for what feels like 30 mins but in reality it was probably 5 or 6 mins. The sounds of the cars were still very eminent but all of a sudden i hear sirens and i make a brake and run inside my apartment... sadly i had forgotten i was under the table and i had hit my head so hard i was completely lost. It was probably a mix between the chronic and the soon to be golf ball sized lump in the back of my head but i couldn't remember where anythign was in my house. I found myself in the bathroom looking for the kitchen and vise versa. Eventually I found my bed and woke with a wicked headache the next day.
I think thats the last time ill smoke alone, too many stories i wish i could enjoy with someone els who was there