Smoked my friends homegrown Pineapple Princess. Hardcore Sativa High right now \m/ Just what I needed! I think I'm gonna chill and watch something over the top and ridiculous like Robocop or something.
Two nights ago was an absolute fiasco. The first half of the day consisted of me going down to the border of Michigan to pick up my friend in Dundee coming back from Ohio. So when we got back, we started making plans to get grass and for him to meet my other friends who live down the street.
It's like 8 o clock, dark as hell outside, and the plan gets rolling. My friend "X" stopped by my house and gave me $100 for a quarter, and he was gonna smoke us both down later, and then I called my guy, who told me to meet him at the Applebees in town.
That's all well and good, but the problem is that I reached into my pockets and couldn't find the money O_O so, we started looking. About 15 minutes later, my guy is calling me trying to find out where I am, and I'm starting to panic. How the fuck do you just lose 100 dollars?
Here's the problem within the problem: My dealer is a long-time friend from high school, and these people and I smoke each other down all the time. I had $50 of my own money, and my last-ditch plan would be to BEG him to let me just pay him haklfup front. Losing the money and messing everything up would not only have made me look like an asshole to my guy, it would have made me look even worse to my friends if they found out about it.
Then, just as I was about to lose it, I looked up and saw the money. Fucking A, we smoked a cigarette to calm down, and we headed out and got the product, and I explained to my dealer what happened, and he was so understanding that he gave me a cig for the ride back.
But it don't stop there.
The way he gave me the product was by pretending to bro hug me and sticking it in my jacket. I didn't realize he had given me two separate bagz, so when we got to my other friends house, I realized that I only had an 8th.....so I called my guy and asked what he gave me. He gave me two bagz, he said. I was worried I had gotten ripped off, but I knew he wouldn't do such a shitty thing.
So we went back to my car, and it was still in the middle console.
Everything worked out for the best after so much shit that happened.
Except for when my friend took the wrong jacket on the way out.
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It's like 8 o clock, dark as hell outside, and the plan gets rolling. My friend "X" stopped by my house and gave me $100 for a quarter, and he was gonna smoke us both down later, and then I called my guy, who told me to meet him at the Applebees in town.
That's all well and good, but the problem is that I reached into my pockets and couldn't find the money O_O so, we started looking. About 15 minutes later, my guy is calling me trying to find out where I am, and I'm starting to panic. How the fuck do you just lose 100 dollars?
Here's the problem within the problem: My dealer is a long-time friend from high school, and these people and I smoke each other down all the time. I had $50 of my own money, and my last-ditch plan would be to BEG him to let me just pay him haklfup front. Losing the money and messing everything up would not only have made me look like an asshole to my guy, it would have made me look even worse to my friends if they found out about it.
Then, just as I was about to lose it, I looked up and saw the money. Fucking A, we smoked a cigarette to calm down, and we headed out and got the product, and I explained to my dealer what happened, and he was so understanding that he gave me a cig for the ride back.
But it don't stop there.
The way he gave me the product was by pretending to bro hug me and sticking it in my jacket. I didn't realize he had given me two separate bagz, so when we got to my other friends house, I realized that I only had an 8th.....so I called my guy and asked what he gave me. He gave me two bagz, he said. I was worried I had gotten ripped off, but I knew he wouldn't do such a shitty thing.
So we went back to my car, and it was still in the middle console.
Everything worked out for the best after so much shit that happened.
Except for when my friend took the wrong jacket on the way out.