Dude, when it came down to either smoking resin or waiting for my dealer to deliver later in the day, I didn't smoke in the meantime. Just waited. Not smoke the remains lol.
Have a handful of good stories from the last few days.
One: Halloween night, I smoked some medical G13 (grown for cancer patients) to myself and then headed over to my friends party.
On the way over, my iPod touch nano got all fucked up and started glitching up really badly, like it was naming off the song and title with voiceover (even though I had that setting off) and I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Then, it got even worse. It was starting to use voiceover to read off every single command every time I pushed the screen to make it do something else (example: It would say "skip song", "screen off", "scroll left", etc) and it got so glitched and distorted that it was starting to make me a little bit uneasy.
The last thing it said before I finally gave up and turned it off was the title of an interlude track from the new Twiztid album. It read it off with the track time, so it said:
"Unable To Cry For Help or To Escape From A Seemingly Impending Evil - Two minutes and forty-two seconds".
I got it shut off, and that's the last thing I heard from it. Then I realized what it had just said.
Earlier in the evening, I had performed a pagan ritual with some other friends. Technology is known to fuck up when there are spirits present. So I was worried that I had fucked up an accidentally unleashed some kind of demon or something. Needless to say, I walked to my buddies house pretty fast. I even called them on the way to tell them I was almost there, so if I didn't show up, they would know something happened.
Come to find out later, some chick got murdered and/or raped in the park right next to his house. I can't remember if it was both, or one or the other, but still.
While I was at my buddies party, I explained what happened and showed them my glitchPod, and it still hasn't been fixed. I completely wiped my iPod clean and I'm redownloading the most recent update.
So my gorgeous friend knows where to get some really good shit, and the guy sells it to her for Ten a gram. We think it's just because she's super-gorgeous, but we don't complain. Me and her chipped in five bucks each so we could get another gram, and she even gave me a nice-sized portion of it to take home with me.
I need to stress that I can't BELIEVE we got this stuff for ten a gram. No idea what it is, but we were all GONE. So I took my shit with me and headed home after a while, and I SWEAR I had it in my pocket with me the whole time. But, not for the first time, I woke up, checked my pants, and, not for the first time, my weed had mysteriously vanished out of my pocket.
After I got out of work, I walked around retracing my steps, because this stuff is worth taking a walk to try to find. I had it stashed in a milk duds box, but I knew it was hopeless anyway. At least I was getting exercise.
One of the places my journey took me to was this gas station that I go to all the time (and I had stopped their the previous night because I'm friends with most of the clerks) and it was in the afternoon, so this really cool and pretty girl was working there. I met her last year through a dual-enrollment class I had at the community college. Same age as me and everything and now she works at the gas station I go to all the time. So I walked in and started talking to her a little bit about what I was doing, and we were just joking back and forth.
Maybe it's a GOOD thing I lost my weed, because we ended up exchanging numbers to plan to smoke together sometime. which is awesome.
So last month my friend got like $500 worth of weed (I don't know the measurement, but it was a giant bag's worth). We had so much that we could basically smoke as much as we wanted right then and there, take it back to our hometown and sell it to classmates and still make an insane profit (benefits of living in a rich suburban town). Anyways, we're just packing bowl after bowl, and I say to him "what would you do if I just took a handful of this pot and ate it?" He death glared me as if I were serious and we continued smoking
So last month my friend got like $500 worth of weed (I don't know the measurement, but it was a giant bag's worth). We had so much that we could basically smoke as much as we wanted right then and there, take it back to our hometown and sell it to classmates and still make an insane profit (benefits of living in a rich suburban town). Anyways, we're just packing bowl after bowl, and I say to him "what would you do if I just took a handful of this pot and ate it?" He death glared me as if I were serious and we continued smoking
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One: Halloween night, I smoked some medical G13 (grown for cancer patients) to myself and then headed over to my friends party.
On the way over, my iPod touch nano got all fucked up and started glitching up really badly, like it was naming off the song and title with voiceover (even though I had that setting off) and I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Then, it got even worse. It was starting to use voiceover to read off every single command every time I pushed the screen to make it do something else (example: It would say "skip song", "screen off", "scroll left", etc) and it got so glitched and distorted that it was starting to make me a little bit uneasy.
The last thing it said before I finally gave up and turned it off was the title of an interlude track from the new Twiztid album. It read it off with the track time, so it said:
"Unable To Cry For Help or To Escape From A Seemingly Impending Evil - Two minutes and forty-two seconds".
I got it shut off, and that's the last thing I heard from it. Then I realized what it had just said.
Earlier in the evening, I had performed a pagan ritual with some other friends. Technology is known to fuck up when there are spirits present. So I was worried that I had fucked up an accidentally unleashed some kind of demon or something. Needless to say, I walked to my buddies house pretty fast. I even called them on the way to tell them I was almost there, so if I didn't show up, they would know something happened.
Come to find out later, some chick got murdered and/or raped in the park right next to his house. I can't remember if it was both, or one or the other, but still.
2) this one ties into the first story.
While I was at my buddies party, I explained what happened and showed them my glitchPod, and it still hasn't been fixed. I completely wiped my iPod clean and I'm redownloading the most recent update.
So my gorgeous friend knows where to get some really good shit, and the guy sells it to her for Ten a gram. We think it's just because she's super-gorgeous, but we don't complain. Me and her chipped in five bucks each so we could get another gram, and she even gave me a nice-sized portion of it to take home with me.
I need to stress that I can't BELIEVE we got this stuff for ten a gram. No idea what it is, but we were all GONE. So I took my shit with me and headed home after a while, and I SWEAR I had it in my pocket with me the whole time. But, not for the first time, I woke up, checked my pants, and, not for the first time, my weed had mysteriously vanished out of my pocket.
After I got out of work, I walked around retracing my steps, because this stuff is worth taking a walk to try to find. I had it stashed in a milk duds box, but I knew it was hopeless anyway. At least I was getting exercise.
One of the places my journey took me to was this gas station that I go to all the time (and I had stopped their the previous night because I'm friends with most of the clerks) and it was in the afternoon, so this really cool and pretty girl was working there. I met her last year through a dual-enrollment class I had at the community college. Same age as me and everything and now she works at the gas station I go to all the time. So I walked in and started talking to her a little bit about what I was doing, and we were just joking back and forth.
Maybe it's a GOOD thing I lost my weed, because we ended up exchanging numbers to plan to smoke together sometime.
I never did find my weed, but oh well.
Xeno eats an o
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