Herb, weed, green, bud, ganj, mary-jane
Whatever you call it, I miss it so. I haven't smoked in like a month, and it was a month before that the next to last time I smoked. It didn't hit me 'til just today how much I miss the sticky, smelly, little wonder-drug. I've been staying clean recently so I could pass any piss test I was given if I were to get a job. Well I still don't have a job and sobriety can suck my balls. Tomorrow, whether I get a job or not, I'm lighting one up and taking it to the head. A fattie J just for yours truly. I will most likely be doing this in my car, my favorite places to smoke. I plan to roll a fat, but not too tight juicy J with my brand new clear papers, turn on some chill ass beats, park somewhere secluded, lay down and fuckin enjoy the ride. I'm thinking the beach sounds ideal. Taking a fluffy quilt, some snacks, and possibly my best lady-friend for a hot summer night. I'm getting excited thinking about it, I can barely focus on my post it's so distracting. But try to imagine for a minute just how blissful this experience will be.
I roll up quietly to a nice and chill spot, no chance of New Smyrna's Finest ruining my evening. Then I sit for a moment, listening to the sweet rumble the Nova makes while it idles, taking out the CD I have in, because now it's time to set the mood right with songs that put you in that happy place; the place where one stops thinking so much about all their worries and succumbs to the rhythms of the artists. I turn the car off, keeping the radio on of course. After creating the proper ambiance I take out my pre-rolled joint, probably named some clever name, and lie down in the surprisingly comfortable front seat of the Nova. Taking a single match out of it's box, so graciously donated by my old friend Max, I strike it and instantly it flares up, creating a flash of reddish-white light all over the front of the car. I inhale the bittersweet smell of sulfur along with the first puffs of some fine kryp that I bought earlier that day. The smoke fills my lungs as I extinguish the match and place it in the ash-tray. Taking light, baby hits, as it is the first time I've smoked in a month, I'm pleasantly surprised that it doesn't burn compared to the shit regs I'm used to. After only a few moments of holding my breath I start to feel the effects of THC entering my bloodstream and pulsing through my brain. Within 8 or 9 minutes I've destroyed the first of the joints I'll smoke on this eve.
I guess the rest will be written some other time. Maybe with actual facts of what happened or something. But for now I have to retire. Goodnight all.
May the ganj be with you.
I roll up quietly to a nice and chill spot, no chance of New Smyrna's Finest ruining my evening. Then I sit for a moment, listening to the sweet rumble the Nova makes while it idles, taking out the CD I have in, because now it's time to set the mood right with songs that put you in that happy place; the place where one stops thinking so much about all their worries and succumbs to the rhythms of the artists. I turn the car off, keeping the radio on of course. After creating the proper ambiance I take out my pre-rolled joint, probably named some clever name, and lie down in the surprisingly comfortable front seat of the Nova. Taking a single match out of it's box, so graciously donated by my old friend Max, I strike it and instantly it flares up, creating a flash of reddish-white light all over the front of the car. I inhale the bittersweet smell of sulfur along with the first puffs of some fine kryp that I bought earlier that day. The smoke fills my lungs as I extinguish the match and place it in the ash-tray. Taking light, baby hits, as it is the first time I've smoked in a month, I'm pleasantly surprised that it doesn't burn compared to the shit regs I'm used to. After only a few moments of holding my breath I start to feel the effects of THC entering my bloodstream and pulsing through my brain. Within 8 or 9 minutes I've destroyed the first of the joints I'll smoke on this eve.
I guess the rest will be written some other time. Maybe with actual facts of what happened or something. But for now I have to retire. Goodnight all.
May the ganj be with you.