A couple of weeks ago, me, my buddy Tristan, his girlfriend Kristine, and her "friend" Kate met up at a gaming tourny. We got bored of playing games so we ditched and walked to my friend Keith's house (he always has some chronic on him). We met him half way there and we went to a spot in the woods next to his house. We rolled a couple of joints and smoke a couple of bowls. Tristan and Kristine have to take medz for their mental disorders. They have A.D.D and stuff like that, but they have a large list of them. After only like 4-5 hits, they were both stoned off their ass. Kate never smoked before and it wasn't long before she was too. It was about 9 o-clock and we all needed to get to Tristan's house cause we were crashing there. Me and Keith are still in the right state of mind. Keith gets a call from our ride to Tristan's house (Keith and Me got our licenses revoked and have no cars and the others are either too young or too lazy to get one) and he can't make it. The others start wicked yelling at each other and screaming at the top of their lungz. The cops in our area are fucking assholes and they would do anything to get a bust. We go up to Keith's house and we have to hang outside near the bushes and trees cause Keith's mom is a bitch and is threatning to kick him out. I still have the weed in my pocket and the rolling paper. I also had the bong we made out of a soda can cause he couldn't find his. Keith goes inside and passes out and we're left stranded 15 miles from Tristan's house at like 12 o-clock. We start heading toward the highway and I'm still smoking some of the weed. We walk for like 2 hours, and we're jumping into the woods on the side of the highway everytime a car passes by...
We finally make it to Woonsocket, a small city. We have to keep moving and I'm finally stone after like 6 more joints by myself and a couple of bowls passed around. We walking through the city and Kristine tells Tristan that she is cheating on him with Kate and they ditch. Tristan and me walk a little further and break a soda machine for some thing to drink. We are about 30 mins from his house and its like 4 in the morning. A cop pulls over and we climb over a fence into a large dump/autoyard. We split up and the cop jumped the fence. I stopped for a bit and looked for Tristan. I couldn't find him so left the dump. A group of girls from Providence pulled up when I was on the side of the street. They asked me for directions and offered a ride. I found the store they were looking for... it was a sex toy store 0.o... I smoked the rest in the parking lot w/ them and they gave me a ride to Tristan's house. I got out and went up near his house from behind. The cop from before was with Tristan and he was talking to Tristan's mom. Tristan's mom is awesome and she just told the cop to beat it and Tristan went inside. When the cop drove away, I snuck inside and passed out in Tristan's room...
I love walking at night. I love walking at night while intoxicated more. For some reason I love the night. The air just feels more crisp and clean. But ya Ive had some stoner journeys. It feels so good to arrive at your destination
I love walking at night while im drunk/stoned. Except when i get lost, witch happens more often than you think. The only thing i hate is that i moving from CA to PA, and in the town i am moving to the cops are asswholes and will stop you when yuor walking on the street at night. There fucking comunist. If your walking down the street, not even drunk and just minding your own business and a cop drives by he'll stop and ask you what your doing, i just tell them i'm walking and i didn't know it was crime to go for a walk at night. I hate cops, were i live here they're way more mellow. I went for a walk at like 3:30 in the morning one time when i was completely smashed and a cop drove by and just said "glad your not driving" and than drove off. oh yeah, Fuck cops that have nothing better to do than stop ppl for walking in the dark.
Amen, my children. : - P Gotta love those warm nights, with the comfortable breeze...and of course, the good sensi.
i used to live across from an industrial park, at night it was the best place to walk and smoke in peace...
Reminds me of when Jerry and George devise the Mana-Ja-Twa (yes its prolly the worst spelling) idea to have the roommate switcheroo.
and why is this a bad thing his girl is "cheating" on him with another girl. you should explain to your friend what a 3 sum is.
not everyone lives in a porno. if SHE told him shes cheating on him. then its cheating. she most likely has no interest in the guy anymore and just wants some good ole pussy. too bad for him. anyways, good story bud, i enjoyed it stoned walks are the best. i could go for miiiiiles.