After enjoying a huge zoot in my garden on this warm summers day I often feel like writing a story of past times being comtozed on a couch at a friends place, after a long week at work. I've scanned this forum and not seen a thread of such that isn't being in dam'. We're all grass smokers here, enjoy at your will.
Friday 27th August
After an early start in the morning for work, I do the hours, finish, pick up my jacket, and text a buddy to enquire about a session in the evening. I then ride my bike to the otherside of town, uphill, in the rain to pick up what can only be described as "shite weed". I stop to see Gus for a while for a catch up and a few joints. He ways up the goods and tells me it isn't great stuff but it'll do the trick. Gutted. Oh well, better than solid. I get 2 quarters knowing my pals will want a henry each. We touch at the knuckles and I roll back through the rain, I pedal the seafront way this time, knowing the weather I should be able to sneak the pipe out on my bikeride. After an awful journey I get there, soaked and drained. They've had the green on the go and are juiced up, so much they proceeded to laugh at my drenched state for 5 or so minutes. I dry off and greet my friends propelry with man hugs and praises. They've mixed a bowl of salad and I'm ready go, bag off. I sit down tingling at the excitement of a bruce lee film and dominoes, which is on the horizon. I strap on my seatbelt and blow the trumpet, coughing like a school girl until my lungs have re-gathered. I slouch on the couch watching bruce lee tear the shit out of people for a good hour and before I know it I'm digging for gold for that pizza I'd been dreaming about. It's gone before i've even realised we've actually eaten in. A serious error whoever ordered 1 medium pizza between 3 21 year old stoned/hungry guys. Then again who the fuck lets a wreckhead who's been banging bongs for 4 hours order a pizza to a latvian guy.
After a few more buckets and few more films, I'm ready for a cycle back to liven me up. It's two in the morning so I can act like a complete dick on the roads. I'm all over it like a wet towel, weaving in and out of road lines listening to hard house. I arrive at my door, launch my bike into the porch, make a juice, go for a fantastic restroom experience and hit the bed. Out for the count.
