My life is SOOOOO over! Man do I have a story for you MFGG!! LOL
Ok, see I'm a hell of a [SIZE]pot head[SIZE=1], Please, before you lock this
topic, give me a chance too explain this.
(The next few post contain some adult Language and mayjor use of Marijuana) It's Saturday Night man! Why the hell am I doing this!...Oh wait, thats right, I'm
a freaking potty! My Eyes, My Nose, My Ears, My Mouth, My LIFE, Is controlled by
it, This plant, This, of all things to get addicted to, It's go too be Marijuana.
Here I am, circleing around the block with my...Homie? Yeeeaa...my hooomie. anyway
I just lit a uhhh FREAK IT Blunt and my...hoooomie just wouldn't smoke it in his dad's
shad where his mom wouldn't catch us smoke it....DDUUUHH!! You gay wad! Of course she'll check on you! It's SATURDAY and his mom's HOOOOOEEEMIES are around and
this M***** ****ER wants to rather smoke it in the SHAD then at my house?! uhg
anyway.
So I go with the whole "Let's circle around the block so my parents find us" spit my
hooomie gave me. I gave his one funny look. "What? You don't like smoking now? Give me my s*** now then! F*** you!" I stared at him. *twich* He let out a big fake bursting laugh. He stopped automatically once he realized I never joined. "Shut the f*** up, ain't nothing funny." He said turning quickly too leave. *twich* I know, I should have punched him in his freaking chin. And ran with the blunt. I can't, Too many witnesses, Too many Hoemies around...Too many law suits. Damn. Whatever, Might as well, I lit the blunt, so who gives, I sure as hell don't. "Shut up.", I managed too spit out under the tension...in my hand. " Told you man, Should have went to my crib."
....
He ignored that one. "Hit that s*** man." My hand shifted. "And hit that s*** RIGHT!"
Sure. Whatever. Inhale, Exhale. Right? Wrong. Inhale, Swallow, In Hell. Whatever...
My hand fell back in place."You trying too kill me?" I could do his twisted way of inhaling...It was only hydro. Dro. Wrapped in a {Water Mellon} Blunt hold. It wasn't like couldn't. F*** that. "Man, do it. It's MY m***** ****ing weed!, Don't waist my s***!" As planed. I held it tight in my hand and fought back a smile. The first. *COUGH* *COUGH* "Dammit! What in thaa..!" I shot out an the mix of smoke and spit. "Yeeeaaa..." Mofo here seemed to like my reaction. "Man, come on...Hit that s*** again. Don't waist it!" My wheezing fit came to a stop. "Don't waist it! I'm dieing here!" I continued too take hit after hit after wheezing nagging hit until he finally took
it. "Man, Gimme that!" He snatched it and walk off five feet to my side. I knew what he was doing, He wanted me to get addicted to smoking with him. So I'll spend more time here. He's an ass. I watched his face carefully. His back was to me...kinda. I noticed he wasn't...In Hell.
nice.
Ugh, Its gets worse, trust me, But bottom line:
I was stoned, Walking home. And all of a sudden, I herded some commotion
coming from ahead of me. I looked up from my PINK iPod my mom gave me,
To see a bunch of cars in front of this house. People are in front of the house.
I'm walking past the house. I look stupid. *twich* The boys are split from the girls;
little groups of...about 8. The boys are grieving. Some of the girls are giggling. And
the wired thing is...they were all in Suits, Tuxes, And dresses. Inside the house, There was shouting and a loud thump...
I walk pass.
This is a little neighborhood, A little hood home, People are in front of the house
in monkey suites!? There ALL from my high school, Where I'm the odd man out?
Ahhh hhha. This is going too get around...geeezz...I'm freaking out.
Well? Anyone got anything too say? I'm so...yea.