Last Friday Night (long)

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  1. #1 Stalageth, Jun 9, 2011
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    This is basically a recap of my last friday night, along with a couple character profiles.

    My Friend, Matt, is basically the type of person who has rich parents and they essentially give him whatever he really wants. They know he smokes, just don't acknowledge it, etc. (You all know how it is.) He'll ask his parents for money for gas and they'll toss him a 20, which he'll use to buy weed. He drives a sweet car and is generally a great guy. He does cool shit like smoke you up, and if he isn't smoking you up, he's always driving you places and buying you food without asking anything in return, the type of person who nurtures their friends.

    I, on the other hand, I am almost the exact opposite, I don't have anything given to me, if I don't have a job, I don't have money and therefore don't have bud / alcohol / anything to do. I don't have a nice car, sorta a shitter, but the one thing I have is insane connects. I'm that person that for whatever reason, everyone always brags to me about the best things going on in their life, like they're trying to impress me to earn my friendship or something like that. I have people constantly saying they can get me; this-or-that and can hook me up, etc. I use my personality to develop connections and friends instead of using my material possessions to develop socially. I'm that kid that has a baby face, never looks his age, never has. For all name purposes, I go by CJ.

    Anyway, Matt has this friend, Emma, who is kind of a slut. Not really slutty, like she doesn't bring it up constantly and isn't hooking up with anything that has a pulse, she just has ALOT of sex. Like, 3-4 times a day type of thing. You know what? Nympho would be a better word to describe her. She smokes, as do Matt and I (Obviously) but Friday night was the first time smoking with her. I've known her only through Matt, but she seems like a chill person, really like one of the guys type of person. She won't be that girl that sits there and goes, "Ewww" when we talk about fucked up shit, but she'll continue the conversation. Physically, she's ok looking, not the type of person you look at and think, "whoever's hitting that is lucky," but someone that you'd keep close to at a party if everyone was drunk and single because you know she knows some kinky shit.

    Then there's this guy I knew from my neighborhood solely because when I was young (think 6th grade), my sister, who is 2-3 years older than me, babysat him and his sister. We'll call him, Jack, because..... well, that's his name. Anyway, he's obviously younger than me (by 2 years) and is one of those rare-finds that is simply CHILL AS FUCK. Just the type of kid you think, "This guy is just fucking awesome." He's a real bro that doesn't mind any type of personality or conversation and always keeps the good times rolling.

    Anyway, now that we're done the character profiles (for now), on to how my friday night went. At around 4-ish, Matt called me saying he was with Emma and they were smoking, etc. So I'm like, "Aight, I'm game, you know where I live." About 15 minutes later, he's outside in his car and I see Emma moving from the front seat to the back while I'm grabbing my jar of weed, about 3gs left, pre-ground. Matt, Emma and I are just chillin in Matts car trynna figure out something to do, all while loading bowls from Matt's bong. As the day progressed, we're smoking and really just driving around trynna find something to do, when I start to discover the way Emma is high. I smoke with Matt all the time, but like I previously mentioned, never smoked with Emma before.

    Emma begins to start bitching out Matt for his driving, which really was never a problem. He actually always brings up the fact that he's a good high-driver all the time while he's driving high. Now, the way my personality is, I guess, I'm the type of person that is always joking. If I say something slightly douche-baggy, it's most likely a joke. Well, while Emma is bitching out Matt for his driving, I'm proposing Matt with all these "high-driver challenges." Now since you probably have no Idea what I'm talking about, I'll provide an example. Matt will be driving, and about 100 yards in front of us is someone crossing the road. I'll point at them and say, "Hey Matt, I'll bet you the rest of my weed that you won't speed up and splatter that person all over the road." That type of thing. Now, Matt and I joke about this all the time, and he never takes it seriously, so I feel comfortable screwing around with Emma by playing off her paranoia. I provided Matt with a challenge to kick the car into 90 mph in a 25 mph school zone while we have weed on us. He just smiles at me and has this daredevil-like face that just shouts, "I'm gonna do it!" Honestly, if I haven't done this so many times with Matt, I'd actually be afraid that he was seriously considering it. Then he kicks the speed up to about 30 before Emma starts FREAKING OUT. It was actually pretty funny. Matt wasn't actually planning on going too fast, just gonna act like he was going to. Emma kept yelling at me saying, "OMG! CJ! Shut the hell up!" and "Matt, I swear to god, don't do it!" and all that. We basically were just like, "Ok Emma, shut up, we weren't actually planning on doing it."

    Basically, the rest of this half of the day goes on like that, just fucking with Emma's paranoia and goofing around until Matt ended up making a slightly bad decision by cutting off someone at one of the most dangerous intersections in the area. It was a real adventure, something you'd expect in a movie, think the movie "2012" where the entire movie is made up of close-call scenarios where the characters are always like, "OoooooOHhhh!! I don't think we're gonna make ittttt!!!!" and there's like an earthquake blowing shit up or something, I duuno, think one of those scenarios. It was that, Emma and I were both like, "Matt, speed the fuck up!!! Get us the fuck outta here!!!" While the car behind us was getting dangerously close to us with no intention of braking. It was really an exhilirating experience, sorta was the highlight of the day, since we were probably a foot away from getting rear-ended by this SUV.

    Anyway, so we decide to go to the local McDonalds, since I used to work at the McD's a little bit off and one of the managers I worked with was transferred to the one we went to eat at on Friday. We go there, and the manager on duty, Ann, was the one I worked with at my former job. She usually always hooks me up when I'm high, but today she seemed to have district managers in, so she couldn't really provide us with the deals she usually does.

    Now before we actually went into the McD's, back when this part of our day was just a baby highdea, Emma was the only one with money. Money she said she intended to buy weed with. So I offered to sell her the rest of the shit in my stash jar, but honestly, I was having second thoughts on it while we were navigating the McD's parking lot. I told her, "Hey, look, I'm not gonna hook you up with all that in there, I mean, that's over 2g's in there and you really only have a 20." (A gram goes for 20 around here.) When we were going to go in and see what we could scrounge together through pocket change and the shit in Matt's car, we ended up with around 4 dollars and the 20 that Emma had. We also looked for a bag to put the weed in so I could sell to Emma, but the only thing we could find was a used bag that once had a Taco in it from Taco Bell.

    Anyway, jump about 2 minutes into the future, we're in McD's and we're ordering. Matt orders a 20 piece chicken nugget for $4.99 and I immediately ask, "Wait, who's money are we spending? Mine, or Emma's?" Since I was not comfortable smoking up the two of them, then paying for their food, when Matt had weed in his car and we only smoked my bud, sorta greedy, but hey, I don't have a job, so money is money. Emma announced to the rest of us, "Nah, It's my money." and I was thinking, "ok, she decided that we all mutually benefitted eachother, Matt drove around alot and gas sure as hell isn't free, we smoked a nice chunk out of my stash, so Emma will cover the food bill." The bill turns out to be around like, 17 dollars or something, (honestly, I don't remember, but it was enough to convert the remainder to pocket change and forget about having money.) So we eat, and just as we're about to finish, Emma says to me, "So you're gonna get me some of that bud, right?" and I was just like, "uhhh..... You said it was your money we were spending. I have no intention of fronting you the rest of my bud...." Basically, she was just sorta sour about the whole thing, so I basically told her I'd hook her up later for the food (which was honestly a cold lie, I didn't have any intention of giving her bud.) because I wanted to keep a good vibe between the three of us and not spoil the good times over something as stupid as money.

    After our meal, we were all satisfied with the way the day was going, so we decided to cruise around some more and smoke more. I end up saying, "Hey, lets pick up this guy I know!" and we make our way back to my neighborhood to pick up Jack. We pull outside Jack's house, his parents aren't home, and he's outside shooting hoops by himself, probably looking for something to pass the time until the day progresses into the night. He has a suspicious look on his face, sorta worried, wondering why this car he didn't recognize was pulling in front of his house. (I didn't call or text beforehand, never really do with Jack.) Immediately after he sees me step out of the ghetto-looking car, followed by a wave of milk, his face lightens up and he extends his arms. Not in a handshake way, but in a hug way, sorta showing we're true bros. Most people my age would think that shit's gay. Anyway, basically, I abduct him telling him, "Ehh, you're not doing anything, get in the car." He follows me into Matt's car, and I slide the passenger side seat forward allowing him access to the backseat with Emma.

    As we're pulling out of Jack's part of the neighborhood, he starts telling me that his parents starting testing him, etc. His parents seem like the chill kind that "cares" that he smokes, but in the back of their mind, honestly couldn't give a fuck. So as he's rambling on about his parents and their bullshit with weed, I pass the bong back there. He looks me dead in the face and says, "Dude, CJ, I love you." I just sorta shrugged off the ego-boost in the back of my mind and I was easily impressed by his ability to hit a bong taken the fact he just started smoking a few months ago (I found out he smoked on 4/20).

    Jack immediately starts up a conversation with all of us in the car, don't really know what about, just that he was easily sociable around people older than him, a trait you usually don't see in people his age. He was talking to Emma alot, almost like he's never seen a girl that smokes, or that he was trynna earn pussy-points with her. It's whatever, Matt and I just sorta looked at eachother like, "This kid is stealthily laying down a foundation for his game." We sorta just played it off like, "Ehh, whatever, she gets it alot, Jack will probably get it in." Basically, we continue to smoke and drive around more, trynna find something to do, while Emma is complaining that Matt is driving too fast when he was going 5mph under Speed Limit. We drive into the central hub of activity in our area which is known to everyone simply as, "Town." Jack had plans for the night in Town, and Emma and Matt both live in Town. As we're finishing up the bowlpack, we start to drop people off, bringing an end to this half of my day with Matt. We put the bong away and pull up outside a Rite-Aid where there's a group of teenage-looking skaters / punk-rockers in the parking lot, maybe about 6-7 of them. Jack says to Matt, "Hey, can you drop me off here?" and I get out of the car to allow Jack out. He says quietly generally just so I can hear, "Time to go meet new people," and he walks right up to some of the kids and starts up a convo. This is one of the major reasons I love this kid, he's fearless, he just walked right up there and was like, "Whats-up?"

    I get back in the car, and Matt and I drive over to Emma's house to drop her off. She starts to bring up that weed from previously at McDonald's, and Matt and I joked saying, "We don't have a bag to put it in, I can just put it in your hand and you can walk in." Obviously something she wouldn't want to do since it was what we call, "First Friday" where everyone gathers in Town on the first friday of the month and there's people everywhere, including Cops. Basically Emma denies and gets out of the car, bringing an end to the first half of the night, it's about 7:00 PM, and I get a text from someone trynna chill.

    This is where I'm going to end this section of the story, since this ended up being long as fuck. Based on feedback, I'll probably continue this story later, like tomorrow.
     
  2. This story has been moved to my blog, which I just started in hopes of having a larger audience.
     
  3. Good idea man, I'll check it out there someday, I cant read all this right now :smoke:
     
  4. this must continue... this isawesome!
     
  5. Bro this is an AMAZING story!! For a second I forgot i was on a forum and began to believe i was reading a novel!!!! keep it up :smoke:
     
  6. wow what did I just read
     
  7. AARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!1YOU STOPPED IT RIGHT THERE YOU FUCKER! continue this shit!!! I mussst know the resst
     
  8. Sounds like your 15 years old or something honestly this isn't really a night to post a novell about unless it gets better...
     
  9. Sounds like an average Friday.

    SPARK NOTES: He drove around town smoking bowls with his friends cut a dude off freaked out drivers girlfriend, ate at Mickie D's, smoked some more bowls, picked up a friend, smoked some more bowls I believe, dropped young sociable friend off with random punk kids, dropped chick off after kinda weirdly screwing her out of bud, and end.
     
  10. That was probably the longest post i have ever seen, haha but it was definitely entertaining, cant wait for part 2
     
  11. wait... what. you can't stop?!:eek::smoke:
     
  12. i thought it was a good story....

    nothing really really really exciting happened but it was defiantly entertaining
     
  13. dude i read the whole thing expecting something to happen! :devious:
     
  14. The story was written well. The characterization was splendid. Keep it coming, mate.
     
  15. Can you please finish this story, I'll deffinetly read it.
     
  16. Before I finish this story, I have to do a few more character profiles so you all know the types of personality involved in my life. Also, this is my first story attempting to type high. Actually, you all will hear about what I just did on story.....5? I think, yeah, chapter five of my stoner Highary will contain the story about the weed I just smoked. Anyway, back to the stoner profiles.


    Jigga
    Jigga is the owner of the local headshop. Now unlike many of my friends, he doesn't know I smoke. This is because I would rather have a connection for bowls and bongs than another place I'm not alloed o be at, I have enough of those. However, the cool thing about Jigga specifically, is that he has NEVER carded me for tobacco or pipes, or even porn for that matter, which is chill as fuck, because as I stated, I have a baby face. Hell, I don't even look 19! Either way, Jigga always hooks us up with good pieces and blunt wraps for a great price, so he's good in our books. Also, his name isn't even Jigga, it's Jigger, but we say Jigga because it's like a play on the N-Word.

    Brenna
    Brenna was a girl I met actually on my first time going to the smokeshop owned by Jigga. I've seen her around the area a couple of times, but never really knew her. As I was walking through the backyards between me and the central plaza in my town, I passed by her. She called me out and was like, "Hey, you're that kid! Smoke this bowl with me!" Pretty cool, if you ask me. Basically she and her friend kept packing bowls, and I got really baked. Still haven't paid her back for the smoke-up.

    Chandler
    Chandler was Brenna's friend hanging out with her on the day I met Brenna. Ever since I first saw her, I thought she was trynna get with me. The day Brenna, Chandler and I hung out, Chandler's sister rode by on her bike and said, "Which one's 'The Guy!'" Basically showing she was talking about me to people. Ever since, she has always acted incredibly slutty around me.

    Anyway, on to the rest of the night. So we just dropped off Emma, and I checked my phone to discover that Brenna texted trynna chill. She says she's with Chandler. She asked if she could buy a gram off me, I was down. Matt a I headed off to go to the general plaza in our area. Eventually, Brenna and Chandler met up with us, but just as we were about to get into the general area, the nearby neighborhood that we always go to to smoke while cruising is under patrol by a cop car.

    Matt and I pulled into the development, and unbeknownst to our knowledge, the cop had his sights on me as I was just about to put Matt's bong to my lips. I saw the cop car and almost immediately lowered the piece, thinking we were in the clear. As we made a series of turns into the neighborhood, we thought we were in the clear one more time. I quickly took a rip and started milking it for Matt so he can focus on driving while he takes the majority of the hit at a stop sign. We stop for half a second, enough for Matt to clear the chamber, and as we look off to the road, we see an older looking man, maybe in his 50s or 60s watching Matt clear the bong and blow the smoke at his dashboard.



    This is where things got sketchy, the man points directly at us and shouted something really loud, loud enough for us to hear it without the windows being down. Since we just started picking up speed from the stop we made, we couldn't hear it perfectly, but we were able to make out, “I saw that!” I turned to Matt, “Get us the fuck out of here. Get us the fuck out of here, and do it now.” Immediately a wave of relief blew over me as I remembered Emma wasn't in the car. God Damn, that woulda sucked. Anyway, we speed out of the neighborhood, but while still obeying Pennsylvania traffic laws. We ended up making a right turn, back onto the main drag that passes by the plaza, so essentially, we just made a really big U-turn and at the bottom of the U, was the neighborhood we smoked in.



    Trynna figure out where Brenna and Chandler were at, I called up Brenna. Her response broke whatever immediate rush of adrenaline Matt and I were experiencing. She was walking through the woods, and was about to enter the neighborhood we just left.... fuck. We decided to pull into one of the many parking spaces in the plaza and wait for either them to get to us, or for us to man up and get them. After a couple minutes of sitting there, understanding the shitty situation we were in, we decided to cruise through the parking lot to get a vantage point of where the cop was. As we strolled by at parking-lot speed (we were perfect at driving like a normal human being), we noticed the cop was gone. We didn't think twice about where the cop went, or why, but we knew we had to go get Brenna and Chandler. Thinking back on the situation, the cops might have been called on us by that old guy, which woulda REALLY fucked things up for us, since we were heading right back over there, but whatever. We pull back into the neighborhood and pick the two girls up.



    I got out of the car and slid into the back, allowing Brenna to sit up front and Chandler to sit with me. She looked a lot less attractive than I remembered at this point, and quite honestly, every time she talked, I just wanted to hurt something because of the pure concentration of stupidity in her words. Brenna started trying to buy some of my bud, and we decided we'd just smoke a blunt and they'd throw in, but beforehand, we decided to drop by the local park and smoke the bong.



    On our way to the park, Chandler made it perfectly obvious she was down to fuck, but quite honestly, almost every time she talked and allowed her lack of interesting personality to escape her mouth made me ignore all her stories and signals when she was talking about how “me and my boyfriend had sex in this park all the time. ” Anyway, away from my rambling, we pulled into this parking lot on the edge of the lake, (literally the edge, there was a ramp for people to drop boats into the water,) and we stopped the car at the end of what seemed to be a maze. I started packing a few bowls and almost as soon as we started smoking, a soccer-mom-looking van pulled in near us. We sped out in what was honestly, the most suspicious looking thing we probably could have done, we left a trail of smoke and dust behind us which lingered in the air for a while.



    Eventually, we made it back to the plaza and we were ready to buy a blunt from Jigga and get ready for the rolling. This is where shit hit the fan. We pull outside the smoke shop and get out, Chandler, is of course, all over me. Now Matt and I have been in Jigga's shop a lot of times beforehand, but we never made it blatantly obvious we smoked. Hell, I've walked in there high outta my mind and bought a bowl, and a shit ton of food and a pack of gum and just looked Jigga in the eye and said, “thanks for the stuff!” However, I never brought up my marijuana consumption or made it noticeable that we intended on using his merchandise for illegal activity.



    We walk into the shop and Brenna immediately buys a pack of Newports and starts debating on which brand she wants to buy, specifically using phrases like, “I want to roll games because dutches are harder to roll.” Well, Jigga knows we aren't buying his cigars to take the tobacco out and use our own to re-roll it.... who does that???? Anyway, we get away with the purchase, even though it was obvious as hell we were using it to smoke weed. Jigga knew, he had to, he's probably down though. Anyway, as we're walking past a table of “waterpipes” Brenna exclaims to almost everyone in the shop, “We should get a BONG!!!” Now, if you know my hometown, (which hopefully you don't, that'd be creepy as fuck), the next smokeshop is about an hour and a half drive away; Jigga's is walking distance. I walked out of the shop ready to kill a bitch, and I mean, KILL a bitch.

    Anyway, I was so incredibly pissed, not only did Brenna almost fucking up my connect jeopardize the integrity between Jigga and I, but it also completely killed my high. (Not even killed, more like slaughtered) I have never had such a negative feeling towards anyone while high. I was just like, “Aight, lets roll the blunt. I gotta go at 8:00” (Which was in like 10 minutes. Honestly, I didn't want to be anywhere with Brenna or Chandler and I felt sorta dirty leaving Matt like that, but who knows, maybe he could get a threesome out of it or something, if he's down for that shit.) Basically, end of the story; I was incredibly pissed, denied all of Chandler's advances on the ride home and smoked the blunt like it was my career and went home to play with my dog and get a head-start on sleep for the weekend. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I called up my friend, Dan (Character Profile in the next chapter), “Yo man, chillin tomorrow? I'm trynna forget everything that happened this week.”
     
  17. #18 beantown420, Jun 11, 2011
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    Yeah it seems like it wasn't worth the effort. The second installment was better.
     
  18. Eh, It entertains the people who read grasscity Real Life Stories for well.... the stories. I mean, I could make up a bunch of shit like, "And then the japanese army invaded and we had to kill them all with our bare hands" and other stupid shit you'd see on the troll threads, but I don't do that.

    I'm attuning my writing to demographic of people who have nothing to really do, so they'd rather read a story about someone elses life. Either way, it helps me keep track of what happened with who, because hell, when I'm 50+ and I have no life, no friends, no weed and nothing to do, remembering my golden years when I was young seems to be something I'd like to do. Honestly, I don't care if people like my stories or not, I mean, I understand, it's nothing extraordinary, but I'd rather give the community an actual story to read instead of all these polls over Joints or Blunts, and all that other worthless shit that isn't even a story.

    Either way, whether you liked it or not, thanks for reading :)
     

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