Best night of my life. X and weed.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DO NOT ENGAGE IN OR CONDONE ANY ILLEGAL ACTS.

Last night was the first time I had ever rolled. Overall it was pleasing.

8/29/08 6:14 PM: Get rid of my father and get ready to go out of town

to pick up 1/8 of mids and an X tab for $55. (Pay it or don't get it in the smallest hick town that's 5 hours away from anywhere you would hope to find it.)

8/29/08 6:49 PM: Arrive at dealer's house, talk some.

8/29/08 6:51 PM: Dealer lights a fat blunt.

8/29/08 7:00 PM: Dealer shows us videos of UFC fight entrances. One guy

had removed his shirt, was just in his underwear thing, which happened

to be much shorter than normal. Danced like a stripper to the gayest

song ever. He did not laugh, and his supporters dropped their signs and

shut the fuck up. Fans of his opponent laughed their ass off.

8/29/08 7:04 PM: Get green 8-sided UFC x tab and 1/8 dope.

8/29/08 7:34 PM: Pick up a friend.

8/29/08 7:40 PM: Go to another friends house. Snort x tab between three

guys, smoke three bowls, and the dudes whose house it was begins

crushing up another x tab. Turns out he had been out that way earlier

today.

8/29/08 8:20 PM: Smoke 5 bowls and a mini-blunt, finish up lines of x.

Chill till around 9.

8/29/08 9:05 PM: Go to the school dance. SERIOUSLY. Our pupils look

like black beach balls, our eyes look like blood. Get breath analyzed.

8/29/08 9:15 PM: Very agressive to any fucking around with me. My buddy

is holding me back from fighting freshmen and 8th graders with no

respect. We think the x was based on a stimulant or a speedy fuckin

drug.

8/29/08 9:30 PM: Me and the guy who went to the dance discover my

little brother is high as fuck(maryjane only. As far as we know.)

8/29/08 9:30 1/2 PM: My little brother gets extremely paranoid, tries

to disguise it as being pissed, and leaves the dance. Our stupid asses

think he really is pissed, and we each live at home, but are 18, and

our families are close. We have a major as fuck buzzkill moment. (Which

didn't ruin the night, BTW.) We thought he was going to tell each of

our parents, (He doesn't and never will know about the x.) because he

knew whenever me and the dude I was with hang out we are smoking. He

has had a history of hitting it a few times, but we never knew him to

get high. Anyways...

8/29/08 10:01 PM: Head back to this other dudes house. (same guy) Smoke

a mini-blunt, forget about my little brother, and head to the country

to smoke my homemade hookah. X is having an up-and-down effect. Our

buzz level from it is constantly fluctuating. Very interesting effect

in my opinion.

8/29/08 10:02-10:10 PM: Smoke a few bowls on the way to the 'campsite.'

This is when I decided. "Yep..., X... Definitely something I will try

again."

8/29/08 10:10 PM: Get our hookah together and rip 3 POWERFUL, large

bowls.

8/29/08 10:30 PM: We all ended up outside the car looking at the stars.

No we were not acting like retards, we were really that fucked. I see a

green light in the grass and get on my hands and knees and dig it up. I

sample Camel Crush ciggarettes that change from regular to menthol with

popping the filter for the first time. Would try again, but not buy.

8/29/08 10:40 PM: I get a guitar out and play a song that's really

fucked and make it up as I go. Playing random chords in no particular

order.

Excerpts of song: Hey homie, what the fuck do you want?
I'm gonna smoke a fuckin blunt.

What the fuck is wrong with you
You might get licorice for a tattoo

8/29/08 10:55 PM: I start slapping a nylon-stringed acoustic guitar

into a rap beat. I yell at the dude's house us three were doing stuff

at to freestyle, he brags all the time that my stuff is whack, as I

continue to play. His rap was weak and like four lines. I don't

remember a word of it.

8/29/08 10:57 PM: Get fucking packed and realize we were out there for

a fucking long time. I decided to let my homie drive.

8/29/08 10:59 PM: We get turned around after an ordeal.

8/29/08 11:00 PM: We get the fuck out of there.

8/29/08 11:20 PM: I roll and the three of us smoke a Santa Fe mini

blunt. Probably the best moment of the night right there is smoking

this mini blunt. Then we play Jimmy Hendrix songs on the x box.

8/29/08 11:40 PM: This one dude has to get picked up so we go to drop

him off. We get paranoid about cops 6 times over.

8/30/08 12:00 AM: Me and the dude go back to his house and smoke

another bowl.

8/30/08 12:12 AM: We go out to the car and bring the hookah inside.

8/30/08 12:40 AM: We're good and stoned.

8/30/08 1:00 AM: Say my goodbye, and get the fuck outta there.

THE NEXT DAY

8/30/08 8:21 PM: Decide to call up the dude that we had to drop off and

see if he wanted to smoke a miniblunt. Of course he says yes. I gave

him back his MP3 player he left in the car the night before, and we are

late getting back to his house, about 8:55, it is dark out. He told his

parents he was hunting. Whatever. But yeah after this I went out and

partied. I woke up with a black eye but never remember being hit. It's

kind of weird... I remember every moment of being on x, but not last

night, and I only smoked and drank. BIZBO A.C.