Mornin' everyone, wanted to share my fun night last night with everyone. To start we picked up three 18s of the new MGD Lager. It's SO smooth and delicious. Miller definitely took a step in the right direction with this baby. Anyway, at one point I pulled out my papers. I'd prolly had only like 5 beers by then, so I was starting to buzz but I wasn't faded. Anyway, I think my joints are decent. Either perfect cylinders or slightly conical, they don't go out, cherries don't fall, you know. They're not perfect joints, though. I can have trouble getting the ends as tight as I want them. So, my boy's friend from work was hanging out with us, and he was the only one there with any balls. He straight up told me that my joint sucked. I was pissed and offended at first, but then I realized I should stop being a sensitive bitch and suck it up; he was just saying what he thought. He schooled me on rolling a joint. Literally. He taught me how to roll a joint. I've been rolling joints for years, and he taught me how to roll a joint. I'm not afraid to admit it, this guy kicks my ass at rolling joints. A couple of significant differences between my methods and his: 1---I slide the paper under the broken up weed, trying to get it all on. ----He holds the paper in his hand, using his fingers to curve it into a U, and he picks up the weed and drops it in. I never realized how much of a difference this makes but it does. You put a better amount of weed in, and the paper starts to take on the curve shape. 2---In the paper, I distribute the weed as evenly as possible before rolling. ----He uses the 2-Titty method. I'd heard of this before but never seen it in action. It works. He has the weed more in 2 mounds instead of 1 evenly distributed mound spread over the paper. When you roll, the 2 mounds distribute themselves evenly throughout the joint. Just gotta have faith in the titties, man. Alright, so I got kinda side-tracked with the whole joint-rolling thing. Later in the night, probably about 11, somehow sherm comes up. We end up heading across town to pick up a bunch of sticks. Between 4 of us we smoked 8 sticks. That shit rocked the house. It was my first time with sherm, and I had a blast. It's a pretty weird hallucinogen. My mind worked the same, but coming from a different place. Colors were....weirdly sharper and more intense but at the same time less vibrant. I had some minor shroom/acid-style revelations, too. I realized how everything we experience is in some way related to our own body. Each cell in your body only "knows" itself. Anything else can only be expressed in terms of its relation to the original entity. For example, computers only "know" 0 and 1. But, anything can be expressed in terms of 1 and 0 somehow; even complex video games and algorithms 'n' shit. The same way, my body only "knows" itself. Anything else, it just relates to what it already knows. So, anything new I learn, I only learn in relation to myself. Dunno if I'm making any sense, sorry. By the end of the night we had about 15 beers left. We had 2 sticks of sherm left but we're saving them for someone who wasn't there; he's been wanting to try some lately so we're gonna help him out. Basically I wanted to just say that I had good beer, good bud, and a good trip last night. Party on GC!