Dank Pick Up and the Most Amazing Summer Vacation

Heres the weed I picked up in florida on vacation, just got back last night. I got 1/4 of this dank weed for $100. Its so sticky and covered in crystals. Its not a good picture but w/e. Thats only about a gram, I've smoked most of it already unfortunately:



Now heres the long Summer Vacation Story. For those who choose to read the entire thing, you will be entertained and surprised:
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[Had to edit out first couple of sentences because sister said she was going to go read this] I felt great and oxegenated for about 3 hours, then I was throwing up for the rest of the day (Don't rail oxys ). During this time, I went for a walk, and ended up at the local head shop.

There were 4 kids smoking outside, and I asked them if they knew where I could get bud. One responded, "Waht, you see some people smoking outside a shop and you automatically assume they know where to get weed?". I responded, "Well, yeah" and he told me that his guy was really sketchy and didnt meet new people. He told me that he did have some on him if I wanted to buy then. Unfortunately, I didn't have any money on me (bathing suit) so I went inside to browse the shop. While inside, the guy came in and told me to come outside. He directed me to his car, where he gave me a dime of dank weed for free.

Later I walked in to town back to the shop and bought a scale, some salvia, and a lighter. I also asked to see a spoon, and when the girl showed me I asked, "how much, like 20?" She said, "yeah like 24 I think". Well It turns out it was 40 according to the owner, but he said he had to give it to me for 24 b/c she already said it was that. So I got a thick $40 glass spoon for $24 (Pictures below).

On the way back home a group of attractive college girls stopped to say hi to me, and right then I threw up, uncontrollably in the adjacent bush. Ouch, great frist impression. They said they were sorry I drank too much and that I wouold feel better soon. Sad thing was I was pretty much sober then.

Then that night I rolled a blunt with the dime, and about 2/3 of the way through my mom came out and saw me smoking for the first time (Ironic since when I was actually around more she never knew), and I offered her a hit, she declined, but I think its just b/c my little sister was up.

Then I packed my new bowl with 2 roaches and set it on the table for use in a little bit. However, while it was out there I put insents in the mouth peice. If my grandma woke up and came outside, I'd tell her it was a glass insents holder, and the packed bowl was an ash catcher that you tapped the stick on. Shes like 90 and would have blieved it. Pictures below:





After a little bit I went for a walk down the beach to the public beach, and met 3 people sitting, 2 of whom were drumming. I asked if they knew where I could get bud, and they said they had some, but they didnt have any weighed out. So they smoked me out. I learned alot about them that night. Their names were Johnny, Karen, and "Z" (real name: Hazum) Karen and Johnny were together, and in their 30's, and Z was 28. Z has been traveling, and is in floida for 2 years. Johnny works for NORML, growing plants for sick people. I ended up chilling with them almost every night the rest of the vacation.

The last night I went out to the public beach and it was just Z with his drum and this kid we met one night with his guitar. No one had weed but I was planning on picking up. I called this guy I met on the 420 Lounge (A great member of those forums who was recently banned) and he asked me to meet him at the head shop, Rocket Man. So me and the kid walked to it, and we drove back to the public beach since he or his friend didnt know where that was. We smoked a bowl, and then we rolled a blunt in the kids guitar case. Some people came by to hear them play but walked away when they saw what was happening hehe. We smoked that, then the 2 people I got weed from and the kid left.

Z started playing the drums again, and 3 girls maybe 20ish came over to us topless, in g-strings, and hugged us and asked us to go swimming with them. Then comes the most regretful decision of my life, I declined. I was high and paranoid that my grandma would be awake and ask why I was wet, and I would have no good excuse. I watched for a little and then 2 of them came out completely naked, without even their bathing suits in their hands, and begged for me to come in, and I declined again and went home.

Now whenever I get high, I can't help but think about this and it haunts me. He definitely got action and I missed out b/c I was paranoid. Life sucks doesnt it? At least I brought some amazing weed to bring back to NY, got so many compliments on it. All of a sudden everyone wants to be my friend and is interested to hear about my trip .

 

Actaully, the ironic thing is that it wasnt a once in a lifetime opportunity. Z told me that when he plays drums late at night, all kinds of girls come over to him, some topless. And this spring im going back there for spring break, so I have pleant of wee hour morning/nights to speand with Z waiting for chicks and smoking.

 

Thanks for the rep, you gave me my third bar

And you know how I ended up smuggling it back? You know those style cargo shorts with the draw strings that come out in the front like a bathing suit? Like this:

Well before we left for the airport I tied the bag to the end of one of those and slipped it down my boxers so it had just enough slack to be nestled between my leg and my scrotum. It works trust me, b/c I got patted down on the way there and thay didnt find shit.

 

She never would have even found out. Idk whatI was thinking, I guess I was paranoid b/c of the weed. Hopefully I get a second chance come spring when I go back.