Don't bring a screwdriver to a gunfight
So I went out toward Uncle Glendon's about 2 today, had to stop and get me some gas and such, but I got out there about 2:45 for Mikey Boggan's birthday. About 4:30 or so we rolled back toward the DIP, my stompin' grounds and went over to Jonathan's. Me, Bud, and Mikey stopped at Fretwell's first. I got me a beef jerky, a Gatorade, and some Starburst.
At Jonathan's his brother Chris rolled us up two blunts, we went out back, smoked the fuck down around...5:30ish I wanna say. By 6:30 (the next time I actually looked at my watch) I was stoned like a motherfucker. I hadn't been that damn stoned since my last time over at Paige's house, intolerance is a great thing because you always get so damn high after not smokin' no long, especially when you smoke a good bit of shit in a single sitting.
'Round 7:30 my high had started to wear down, Mikey and the guys was gone get drunk, which I couldn't because I had to drive home (damn the driving home man, it's fucked up my chances at drunkeness twice this weekend). I got home, told Maw how the day went (whilest I was still high) and she didn't notice a thing, truth is soon as I got outta the truck and quit concentrating on the road my high intensified a bit. I had a sudden burst of creativity so I started writing on the next part of my SW fic about ROTJ. Started it off pretty good.
I ate some chicken strips, and a chicken breast, I was grubbin' down. Then around 8:45 I went my ass to sleep, got back up around 2:50 AM. I slept pretty damn good. 'Twas a good night Sunday: I got stoned, I got some sleep, I broke my writer's block, and I'm happy. All in a good day's smoke.
At Jonathan's his brother Chris rolled us up two blunts, we went out back, smoked the fuck down around...5:30ish I wanna say. By 6:30 (the next time I actually looked at my watch) I was stoned like a motherfucker. I hadn't been that damn stoned since my last time over at Paige's house, intolerance is a great thing because you always get so damn high after not smokin' no long, especially when you smoke a good bit of shit in a single sitting.
'Round 7:30 my high had started to wear down, Mikey and the guys was gone get drunk, which I couldn't because I had to drive home (damn the driving home man, it's fucked up my chances at drunkeness twice this weekend). I got home, told Maw how the day went (whilest I was still high) and she didn't notice a thing, truth is soon as I got outta the truck and quit concentrating on the road my high intensified a bit. I had a sudden burst of creativity so I started writing on the next part of my SW fic about ROTJ. Started it off pretty good.
I ate some chicken strips, and a chicken breast, I was grubbin' down. Then around 8:45 I went my ass to sleep, got back up around 2:50 AM. I slept pretty damn good. 'Twas a good night Sunday: I got stoned, I got some sleep, I broke my writer's block, and I'm happy. All in a good day's smoke.