was there any moment in your life that you seen or went through that you would belive was alot funnier if u were high...if this dont make sense im sorry cuz im saucy right now lmao
I actually think I may be done with weed for a looooong time. Don't get me wrong, I love weed and always will, but it isn't helping me right now. I need to get my shit back together and get my life on track. Could be a week, could be a few years. Once I get my apartment, which is my current goal, I'll celebrate by buying a huge bong (called the GooseBong), a quarter of some good weed, rip some monster hoots, put on some Alice in Chains, and surf GC. Gonna be a good day,. looking forward to it. I think I'll be buying my weed from budbuddy though, I can't stand the kids here I have to buy from. If I get a good hookup at work that could be better though. Chances are good, it is BC after all.
I'm in a similar situation (Well sort of). I have no drivers license, no dealer, no money, no friends right now where I live living at home with my crazy parents. I can't get a job and I feel it's because they do background checks and saw I got a weed DUI, possession and charged with possession of a dangerous weapon (my friend left it in my car) in my hometown although I'm in the process of getting the charges dropped right now. So yeah my only chances to smoke for a while are when my friends are home thanksgiving/break or when I'm doing my 112 hours of community service because last time I did community service at this place we just blazzzed up the whole entire time . So yeah it sucks although I feel this break has helped me in a bunch of ways...but I'm definitely ready to go back to smoking now. Can't fucking sleep ever
I feel ya, my situation is actually quite similar to yours. Here's the story of the last year or so.... I left this shithole town I'm currently in to go back to Saskatchewan to make a life for myself. I had been stuck here with no job since I arrived, and I got diagnosed with Epilepsy and lost my license for half a year, and I finally got it back. I arrive in Saskatchewan, back with all my friends, and start looking for work. I eventually get a job with this contracting company, cleaning out flooded basements and burned down buildings. I hated it from day 1. I worked hard, but it was never good enough for them, because my Epilepsy caused me to get fatigued much more easily than before I was diagnosed. I also missed work because black mold made me start coughing up blood. I was eventually fired and couldn't get another job in town because of this prick company dicking me around. I had to resort to drug dealing. I sold weed, and was the down's première drug dealer. I also sold MDMA, and got a severe addiction to it. I eventually got hooked up with a job delivering for my friend's dad, who is a really good guy. I loved the job, but I still didn't make enough money. I continued selling weed and MDMA. I lived in a fucking camper with no power or water. This stayed the same for quite a few months. Despite my living conditions, these were some of the best, most exhilarating times of my life. But I knew it couldn't last and continued to try and find work. So in June my best buddy and I went to a music festival in Alberta, a 20 hour drive. We had a fuck ton of fun, and headed home. We were on a tight schedule, because we both had work the next day. We were 40KM from home when I fell asleep at the wheel. The car slid into the ditch, rolling 4 times. We got out of the car and tried to get help, nobody would stop. I lost my phone in the crash and my friends was dead so we had no way of calling anybody. We had to walk 5 km to the nearest house, and I had to threaten to break in to get them to help us out. We were taken to the hospital, where we were treated. I had broke my friend's neck, and almost killed him. I had a compacted vertebrae and a concussion, but they ignored me after I told them I had Epilepsy. I was kicked out the next morning and had no way to get home, so I started walking. It was 32 Celsius outside and humid. (That's really fucking hot, around the 100F mark) I made it to the weigh station and collapsed. I was brought back to the hospital and given shit despite being kicked out. I waited all day in a plastic fucking chair and after 10 hours was told to leave again. I got a ride from a good Samaritan and made it back home... With nothing. I survived for about a week, but I had lost my job. My friends dad told me I couldn't work because of my Epilepsy, but I know it was because I almost killed his son. My dad came out a few days later and took me home. I went into psychosis for 3 months and had my first seizure in a year because of the overwhelming stress. I lost my license again. A bunch more shit happened financially between then and now, but my life is finally starting to come back together. My friend gets his neck brace removed in 8 days too, adding to closure. ...What a fucking year.