if you want the full story check this thread I posted an hour ago: http://forum.grasscity.com/sex-love-relationships/1086016-quick-blades.html So I texted my good friend and told him the story because he's really good friends with the girl I was talking about in that thread. He asked if we could go to Taco Bell and we'd talk about it. I had nothing better to do/was hungry/wanted to smoke again so i said sure. note: Nothing was said about smoking. I didn't mention it, nor did he. So I pull up to his house and he's not outside... but I'm inches away from his bedroom window, so I pull my phone out and play a song we both love out the car speakers and roll the windows down (We have a serious bromance, don't hate.) and his head pops out the window and he starts jamming. So he comes outside and hops in the car and a cop rolls past his street, so I turn the music down immediately and he says "yea they always roll past here at night" (This isn't a getting caught by the cops story so if you want to stop reading go right ahead) So we roll on down the street and we're talking, and he says "So.... we smoking?" and I'm like "yea sure, how much bud you got?" Shit, he invited me out right? He's got no bud. Of course he doesn't. He doesn't buy. He has his own pipe. But never buys any... he gets smoked up A LOT and forces people to use his pipe... and then I imagine he scrapes it for res and smokes that too... So I'm sort of pissed... but I told him I had bud and not to worry. So we head down a side street and he tells me to park. I'm kind of sketched, I don't know this street, and I'd much prefer to smoke at a safer spot... but I let it slide. So he asks me where the bud is. Rude. I'm taking the key out of the ignition and like getting myself situated and I tell him its in the top compartment thingy and like a fiend he grabs my pipe and weed from where I put it and starts packing a bowl. So now I'm more than pissed. Don't touch a brothers bud. First of all, you don't know how much I have left... you don't know how much I was willing to smoke... and you didn't even pay for half of it. Once again I let it slide. So we get out and were leaning against the car and he asks if he can take greens. "NO DUDE" so I take my pipe and take the first hit. He's cracking up and quoting tv shows at me in between hits... All I want to do is finish the bowl quickly and then we'll have the rest of the night to laugh, you know? I'm on this side street and I don't know where I am. So we finish and get back in the car and I put everything back and what not. And we drive to Taco Bell. I ask him what he wants before I pull up to the drive thru and he says two things... but they were complicated as fuck. So I order my food and ask him what he wants again and he gives me an attitude. Damn bro I'm not going to remember "A cheesy gordita crunch no lettuce" and a "whatever burrito with no sour cream" I just can't do it, you know? So we pull up to the next window and I ask him for his money. He pulls out a pocket full of change, mostly nickels. So I give him a "Are you fucking kidding me?" look... say "Are you fucking kidding me?" and tell him to keep his change I'm not carrying around a fuck ton of change and shit. "I'm not happy right now dude." I say. So I pay for his food and for mine... It only came out to $11 something but its not the point, right? We drive off. and he starts bugging out with the bags of food. He like rips through everything and I start screaming playfully "You best not eat that shit in this fucking car dude, Not even playing. Don't even take one fucking bite of that shit. We'll be at my house in literally 30 seconds, just wait." Of course he starts eating. So I pull in the driveway and put my shit in my pockets and getting ready to head inside and hes all "I'm not going inside dude. I just can't do that." So I'm wondering... is he too high? My parents are asleep, and hes been around them high loads of times before, its not a big deal... So we argue and shit and he gets food on the floor.. and I tell him I'll be right back. So I run inside (I take my weed/pipe/food/everything inside) put everything away quickly. There was no way I was leaving him with the weed in the car... and we were NOT going to smoke more, so I might as well keep it out of the car if I'm going to be driving some more. "Where we going now dude?" He asks. "I'm taking you home." Silence. Lots of silence... Hes texting on his phone and then he starts complaining "Do you even know how to drive high dude?" Oh, sorry I'm sort of pissed off and didn't come to a full and complete stop at every stop sign. I'm not driving erratic. I'm not driving like a tool. I'm driving perfectly safe, exactly the speed limit. 40 in a 35. So I drop him off, and watch in the wing mirror until he unlocks his door and gets inside (I'm being a good friend.) and I pull away and come home. and I eat my tacos (One taco short, he ate one... or they forgot to bag one, but I'm pretty sure he ate it.) Fucking A man.... This kid used to visit me weekly when I was in the hospital. Every weekend when I got out he'd be waiting at the house. I guess I'm just going to have to stop smoking with him right? Shit man, just shit. Hope you enjoyed that read, fellow blades. I like writing... Maybe I'll be a writer one day. Shit man, just shit.