*I now realize after posting this that it probably would have been better suited for the artist corner section, sorry I'm new here, pretty blazed, and it's 3 am haha* It's late and I can't sleep, so I decided to write about my favorite activity. I have nothing better to so I figured I'd share it. The metal from the little pipe is cold on my lips. Bic in hand, I'm anticipating that first hit. Flick. Flick. Fuck I almost burned my eyebrow again. This pipe is too short. I'm staring down that nug in the bowl, looks delicious. I bring the flame down on it, take a breath, watch it burn. The burn flows from the bowl to my lungs. 5..6..10. The burning stops, exhale into my dresser draw to try and cover the smell. Repeat. I notice how the electronic beats from my iPod sound richer, take on a new dimension. Wow it sounds really cool.... .. Songs over. Listen to three more and stare at my coats hanging. Where the hell did I put the lighter?! Oh hah its in my other hand. Bring it down on the bowl and take in any remaining goodness. Ashed. Spray some febreeze and leave the closet. Bed looks comfy. As I lay down I feel the slightest floating sensation, like tingling. What was I worrying about before this? What was stressing me out? Wow that's a dumb thing to trip about, it will work out. Close my eyes and imagine intricate scenes and images that fit with the amazing music I'm listening to. Realize half an hour has gone by. Feel sorry for the closed minded people who will never experience this. Remember there are those twisty BBQ Fritos in the kitchen. There is a God.
Good amount of detail in your writing. It's a real life story thus it should stay in this forum. Maybe after my t-break one bowl will get me as high as you are.