random story I remember from high school...
Back in High School I used to drive a forest-green Geo Metro. Don't laugh, it was a totally sweet ride, 52 miles to the gallon...I'd kill for that now.
Once, I and like 6 people cramed into that thing to go get some fast food after smoking a J at my buddy Chris's house (I believe we were skipping school). If you've ever been in a Metro, you'd know that it's quite a task just getting two or three people in one of those things, not to mention 6. It brings the age old clown-car gag to mind. Anyhow, We were already stoned out of our gorditos gettin' into the thing, but someone thought it would be cool to hotbox on the way there as well...bad idea. When it came my turn to hit the joint I made the mistake of multi-tasking by trying and hitting the joint and at the same time turning left onto a super-narrow, two lane, down-hill road -all the while fighting to shift gears, literally because of someone's ass being in the way. As I pulled out, a Chevy Suburban come barreling around the corner going the same way I'm turning (there was low visibility to my right around the corner), forcing me to go to the left side of the road, at which point I immediately noticed another car was headed straight for us. That was unfortunate. All I could do was make a snap decision to snug up next to the Suburban and squeeze through the middle of the two. Honestly, there must of been about .5 inches of clearence on both sides of the car's side view mirrors and keep in mind, this all happened in the span of about 2 seconds. Afterwards, everyone in the car was fucking speechless. It took me a minute to snap out of my state of awe and realize I still had the joint in my mouth, only it was just barely clinging to my lip and hanging straight down. When my friends noticed they all burst instantly into laughter while I pulled over, got out, and threw up.
Once, I and like 6 people cramed into that thing to go get some fast food after smoking a J at my buddy Chris's house (I believe we were skipping school). If you've ever been in a Metro, you'd know that it's quite a task just getting two or three people in one of those things, not to mention 6. It brings the age old clown-car gag to mind. Anyhow, We were already stoned out of our gorditos gettin' into the thing, but someone thought it would be cool to hotbox on the way there as well...bad idea. When it came my turn to hit the joint I made the mistake of multi-tasking by trying and hitting the joint and at the same time turning left onto a super-narrow, two lane, down-hill road -all the while fighting to shift gears, literally because of someone's ass being in the way. As I pulled out, a Chevy Suburban come barreling around the corner going the same way I'm turning (there was low visibility to my right around the corner), forcing me to go to the left side of the road, at which point I immediately noticed another car was headed straight for us. That was unfortunate. All I could do was make a snap decision to snug up next to the Suburban and squeeze through the middle of the two. Honestly, there must of been about .5 inches of clearence on both sides of the car's side view mirrors and keep in mind, this all happened in the span of about 2 seconds. Afterwards, everyone in the car was fucking speechless. It took me a minute to snap out of my state of awe and realize I still had the joint in my mouth, only it was just barely clinging to my lip and hanging straight down. When my friends noticed they all burst instantly into laughter while I pulled over, got out, and threw up.