Now since this was the longest day of the year, it resulted in a long story. Yesterday was summer solstice and in order to celebrate there was a concert downtown, with Flyleaf as the headliner. And get this shit, it was free! I go to a lot of shows up here so I had some money in reserve for the next time a good band came up I would have money for a ticket. Guess what I used that cash on? I picked up an eighth of mids from my dealer, he usually sells dankity dank so he made it a 4g bag. Which was fine with me because I was wanting to roll a blunt and this way I wouldn't be wasting precious dank I could be hitting in the bong with some kief. I met up with my friend (we'll call him D-hustle) and his mom bought be a nos, and two watermelon phillies. Which was sick, all I've been hitting lately has been grape and peach. Variety is always nice We go to a playground, and notice some kids playing. (they were maybe 10-13) Playing some form of tag. The playground we went to has tubes kids can crawl through, this is my usual place for rolling, for when I can't do it inside. I didn't feel like being nice and letting him play there so I screamed "AH!" and his ass dipped. I crack the philly and get rid of the cancerous waste, fill it with about 2gs of my mids, and seal it. Me and D-hustle head back to my place so we can get ready to go to the festival. I was up all night the night prior and was biking all day to go get the bud. The only thing keeping me going is the desire to see the fine ass singer of flyleaf, a fuck load of coffee and the watermelon blunt that was waiting for me. It was raining on and off all day, so the blunt was a good decision. (easier to get something lit once, than to dick around with flicking a lighter.) It was an all day festival, 12pm-12am. So flyleaf was going to come on around 10. D-hustle and me go to the mall to meet up with some people. Found my other buddy who had some cash, I offered him a smoke out for a Fruitland drink. Raspberry and strawberry smoothie blew my mind. We get outside to spark the blunt, and my friends were acting sketchy as fuck. "Dude, lets stop and smoke right here," "Dude, this would be the best place to smoke that blunt" Me, just sippin on my drink puffin on my blunt was just strolling. I tell them, "It's Alaska, everyone smokes weed, and its sketchy if you make it look sketchy, for example, stopping in an alley to stand in a circle to smoke a blunt." Just about when its roached, it goes out cause of the rain, I let my friend have it for buying me the drink and so he could smoke something before the flyleaf came on, I didnt care, I had a few more grams. I was walking around and saw this guy I met downtown a few weeks back and he usually has some bud, I bullshit with him for a bit and he asked if I had match cause he had a dub, I was like fuck yeah whipped out my shit and loaded a bowl right on the sidewalk, he did the same. We go to a place and start taking rips. We spark up some cigs and make our way back to town square. We part ways and I go find D-hustle. Apparently he got a call from my brother and he's coming. So we go to the transit center and wait for like 15 minutes. I was tired as fuck and it felt like an eternity. My brother arrives and Im thinkin' about damn time. We start walking to get to a spot to smoke, and I start heading to this place I've smoked at a few times without any troubles and tell them they can smoke without me, I was smoked out and one more bowl woulda made me pass out. I needed a few minutes to come down before going sky high again. I go sit on a curb up the street from the place they were toking, and contemplate sparking up a cig. Then the pigs roll up and creep behind me. I know they were checkin me out but I didn't even look in their direction. If that wasn't sketchy enough, they start heading towards where my bro's were smoking! I was like shit, its time to leave. I go to town sq. and spark that stogie that was on my mind and go to a place to watch the show. It was almost time for flyleaf, the techs were tuning the guitars. I call them a few times and they don't answer. And after seeing the cop check em out I get a little sketched out. But they call me right back and tell me what happened, it was some gay shit, but they got away. I told them to meet me when they were done. I was walking around just to kill time and this chick with doritos saw my cig and asked me for one, me being blazed said "How about we trade, can I get some doritos?" The bitch snagged two off me but I put a huge dent in her doritos. They were the best doritos I have ever traded two cigarettes for. My brother, and d-hustle meet up with me after they were done smoking and we watch the show, which kicked ass. After it was over, we cruised back home and I rolled a blunt. (pics at the bottom/strawberry swisher) And hit the bong a few times, with my dad and brother, kind of a fathers day present because he usually never smokes. Then I passed the fuck out. Good day.
The band had a great presence on stage, except the lead singers mic was a bit quiet, other than that, rocked my world
It was a magic blunt because the end flap that folds into the box of a swisher is just the right size for a mouth piece.