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oh man. I have a funny story. Last night was a fucking dream.
ok, I woke up at like 4 in the afternoon because I had spent the previous night drinking at the bars. At around 7 or 8, I met up with katelyn because we had to go see some led zeppelin cover band. If anyone wants tickets to this bands next show in february, they're doing "how the west was won" and it's 19+, and I have a bunch of tickets to give away. So that was at club 279, and I met up with some crazy ass motherfuckers that I met at the bar on monday. it was a good time.
so anyways, after the show, we decided to go get crepes at that crepe place on queen. if you ever go there, get the nutella and coconut crepe. its' kickin. OK anyways, we decided we need some weed first. The thing is, two days ago I met this new dealer, some crazy jewish guy. Sidenote: I hit a vaporizer (a real one) for the first time on that day. but, as it turns out, he was all out. what kind of dealer is all out? it was bunk. and my normal dealer wasnt answering his phone. so, we decided it would be a good call to ask bums if they knew where weed was.
We asked this guy opening doors at the convenience store next to the starbucks for a dime, and he said fo sho, he's just gotta give the guy a call. So he RUNS all the way to the payphones outside of the cityTV building, and gives his guy a call. runs to this shady apartment building. Apparantly, he needs the money upfront because he's broke. It was believable, because he's a bum. takes the money, disappears, doesn't come out for like 20 minutes.
We're like, fuck this, we just got jacked. motherfucker. Anyways, as we were waiting, some other bum comes out of the same building, kind of rummages through this trash, and gives us a whatup as he walks down the street. As we leave, we find this guy in the same place that the other bum was in. I'm like, fuck this, Im gonna ask him if he knows where the other guy's at.
I walk over to him, tell him what happened. He lets us know that the other dude's name is Jinx, and he does this all the time. Just the day before he ripped off a bunch of american kids in town for the day. He's like, I'd help you kick his ass if it weren't for this broken jaw I got a few weeks ago. But, I know the alley that he's probably smoking crack in, we could go give him a good scare.
Because I had katelyn with me, I didn't want to go kick any ass. That, and if the two bums were working together, I'd probably have been stabbed. But fortunately, that second bum seemed like a good enough guy. He had a FAT sack of weed that he was willing to sell us for 15 bucks. The sack was like, 4 grams maybe? it was fat. he said he could sell it so cheap just because it was leaves off of brownhair weed. Ok, cool. I go grab some cash. We buy the weed, and head back to my place to try it out on the last subway running.
So, we bust out this weed. It doesn't look, or smell, like weed. Smells more like a cross between opium plant and unprocessed salvia divinorum, and looked all brown and stringy. I look up images on the net, couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. We're like fuckit, we went through all this trouble to get it, may as well burn it. So we did.
At first, I was like damn, this has gotta be salvia. Same headrush, same taste. Except, as the night progressed, it started to feel alot more like an opium high than anything else. It didn't wear off fast, like salvia. and it made us both more empathetic. it was strange. The verdict, however, is that this weed is the bomb shiggity. And, I know where this bum is at, so I can get more when I need it.
I guess the second bum restored my faith in bumhood that the first bum ruined so well. props to you, crazy hobo. The moral of the story -- bum weed is bomb weed.
ok, I woke up at like 4 in the afternoon because I had spent the previous night drinking at the bars. At around 7 or 8, I met up with katelyn because we had to go see some led zeppelin cover band. If anyone wants tickets to this bands next show in february, they're doing "how the west was won" and it's 19+, and I have a bunch of tickets to give away. So that was at club 279, and I met up with some crazy ass motherfuckers that I met at the bar on monday. it was a good time.
so anyways, after the show, we decided to go get crepes at that crepe place on queen. if you ever go there, get the nutella and coconut crepe. its' kickin. OK anyways, we decided we need some weed first. The thing is, two days ago I met this new dealer, some crazy jewish guy. Sidenote: I hit a vaporizer (a real one) for the first time on that day. but, as it turns out, he was all out. what kind of dealer is all out? it was bunk. and my normal dealer wasnt answering his phone. so, we decided it would be a good call to ask bums if they knew where weed was.
We asked this guy opening doors at the convenience store next to the starbucks for a dime, and he said fo sho, he's just gotta give the guy a call. So he RUNS all the way to the payphones outside of the cityTV building, and gives his guy a call. runs to this shady apartment building. Apparantly, he needs the money upfront because he's broke. It was believable, because he's a bum. takes the money, disappears, doesn't come out for like 20 minutes.
We're like, fuck this, we just got jacked. motherfucker. Anyways, as we were waiting, some other bum comes out of the same building, kind of rummages through this trash, and gives us a whatup as he walks down the street. As we leave, we find this guy in the same place that the other bum was in. I'm like, fuck this, Im gonna ask him if he knows where the other guy's at.
I walk over to him, tell him what happened. He lets us know that the other dude's name is Jinx, and he does this all the time. Just the day before he ripped off a bunch of american kids in town for the day. He's like, I'd help you kick his ass if it weren't for this broken jaw I got a few weeks ago. But, I know the alley that he's probably smoking crack in, we could go give him a good scare.
Because I had katelyn with me, I didn't want to go kick any ass. That, and if the two bums were working together, I'd probably have been stabbed. But fortunately, that second bum seemed like a good enough guy. He had a FAT sack of weed that he was willing to sell us for 15 bucks. The sack was like, 4 grams maybe? it was fat. he said he could sell it so cheap just because it was leaves off of brownhair weed. Ok, cool. I go grab some cash. We buy the weed, and head back to my place to try it out on the last subway running.
So, we bust out this weed. It doesn't look, or smell, like weed. Smells more like a cross between opium plant and unprocessed salvia divinorum, and looked all brown and stringy. I look up images on the net, couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. We're like fuckit, we went through all this trouble to get it, may as well burn it. So we did.
At first, I was like damn, this has gotta be salvia. Same headrush, same taste. Except, as the night progressed, it started to feel alot more like an opium high than anything else. It didn't wear off fast, like salvia. and it made us both more empathetic. it was strange. The verdict, however, is that this weed is the bomb shiggity. And, I know where this bum is at, so I can get more when I need it.
I guess the second bum restored my faith in bumhood that the first bum ruined so well. props to you, crazy hobo. The moral of the story -- bum weed is bomb weed.