Well this happened maybe freshman or sophomore year of highschool. It was the middle of a summers day and I was home alone - with the exception of workers outside putting in a wooden fence. Anyway, I decide to blaze up. Crack a window, get a fan, put a towel under the door, turn on the tv. Same routine every time. Well, About 30 minutes after I'd smoked my doorbell rings. I wasn't expecting anybody so I figured it was a solicitor and decided I was curious. I go to the door and open it up and theres a fireman. Immediately I start freaking out. Did somebody see smoke blowing out the window (from my exhales) and call the fire department? Was my house actually on fire? No, the workers in my back yard had actually hit a gasline and I was in danger. I just said fuck it, ran inside grabbed my sack and took a bike ride. My house ended up not blowing up and I got a huge kick out of the whole situation. Imagine what I was thinking when I opened the door and what the fireman was thinking; probably 2 completely different things, and I bet you could tell by my facial expression
Weird shit always happen to me when I´m stoned. Most of the time I drive baked, there´s an accident or some kind of obstacle that wasn´t there five minutes ago. One time I was at a friends house with some other friends and the guy who lives there had a smoke, last one, and he lights it and another friend asks for it, the guy says no I just lit it and leaves, we ALL saw him leave and nothing weird happened. Comes back like five minutes later saying he lost his cig and the guy that asked him for it just kinda shrugs and IT´S IN HIS HAND!! No one knew how the hell it happened and how no one even noticed it til it was out, had the ashes on and everything...