Skittle Flavored
June 7th, 2008, 12:20 AM
Hahaha, its a funny and tragic story, if you're willing to listen.
I used to smoke almost every other day. Not much, just enough. I used to go to my school bathroom *cliche* and toke up. I used to blow smoke into my dog's face and he'd sneeze and walk around funny. I had fun, to tell you the truth. Then one day, my friend came over, unannounced, with 4 of my other friends. And this one kid I didn't know. The rule of my house is if I dont know you, you don't come in. But he walked in as if he owned the place. Annoyed, but willing to put it past me, I introduced myself, and he responded with only a grunt. I blew it off, and we started to watch T.V. About half an hour later, one more friend came over, she actually called before hand to ask, and she brought her pipe and alot of weed. I mean, alot. She was literally using a ziploc bag to hold it all. I dunno how the hell she got so much, but I wasnt complaining. So we all started to toke up. Except for that one weird kid, he kept refusing as we passed the peace pipe. Lol, a side note, i'm shaking while writing this..spooky. Anyway, we were started to watch T.V. again once everyone was content. And then the weed hit me. And like I said earlier, I used to smoke alot. But the thing that was weird with me was that, unlike most progressive smokers, I continued to stay hyper, and was fairly active while high. So i'm basiclly running around the house, and everyone is laughing at me, but I didn't care. Then this part i'm a bit fuzzy on. I guess i smoked too much, cause I dont remember how this happened. But I kinda came back to the real world, I was having sex with that weird kid mentioned above. And not like, play sex...It was hog wild, crazy all over the room sex.
Yep. Spooky. So we did our thing, and about an hour later, we came back out. And again, I get fuzzy on the details, but all I remember is that the weird was attempting to put my computer and the T.V. into a truck, which i'd assume was his. And I freaked. Bad. I remember tackling him, and I remember a crack. I can really still feel that crack. Needless to say, I lost my high. I quickly stood up, off of him, and looked down. Let me show you how his arm looked like. Extend your arm straight out. Now imagine about two-three inches from your wrist, the it suddenly bent down. And then about an inch or so after bent back up. Thats right, his arm looked like a half pipe at a skate park. I will never forget that image. Ever. I did get my stuff back, got charges dropped on me, and eventually apologized to him. Even though he did attempt to steal my things, I felt bad about breaking his arm.
So thats my story. Don't smoke kids. It completly ruined my judgement on people.
I used to smoke almost every other day. Not much, just enough. I used to go to my school bathroom *cliche* and toke up. I used to blow smoke into my dog's face and he'd sneeze and walk around funny. I had fun, to tell you the truth. Then one day, my friend came over, unannounced, with 4 of my other friends. And this one kid I didn't know. The rule of my house is if I dont know you, you don't come in. But he walked in as if he owned the place. Annoyed, but willing to put it past me, I introduced myself, and he responded with only a grunt. I blew it off, and we started to watch T.V. About half an hour later, one more friend came over, she actually called before hand to ask, and she brought her pipe and alot of weed. I mean, alot. She was literally using a ziploc bag to hold it all. I dunno how the hell she got so much, but I wasnt complaining. So we all started to toke up. Except for that one weird kid, he kept refusing as we passed the peace pipe. Lol, a side note, i'm shaking while writing this..spooky. Anyway, we were started to watch T.V. again once everyone was content. And then the weed hit me. And like I said earlier, I used to smoke alot. But the thing that was weird with me was that, unlike most progressive smokers, I continued to stay hyper, and was fairly active while high. So i'm basiclly running around the house, and everyone is laughing at me, but I didn't care. Then this part i'm a bit fuzzy on. I guess i smoked too much, cause I dont remember how this happened. But I kinda came back to the real world, I was having sex with that weird kid mentioned above. And not like, play sex...It was hog wild, crazy all over the room sex.
Yep. Spooky. So we did our thing, and about an hour later, we came back out. And again, I get fuzzy on the details, but all I remember is that the weird was attempting to put my computer and the T.V. into a truck, which i'd assume was his. And I freaked. Bad. I remember tackling him, and I remember a crack. I can really still feel that crack. Needless to say, I lost my high. I quickly stood up, off of him, and looked down. Let me show you how his arm looked like. Extend your arm straight out. Now imagine about two-three inches from your wrist, the it suddenly bent down. And then about an inch or so after bent back up. Thats right, his arm looked like a half pipe at a skate park. I will never forget that image. Ever. I did get my stuff back, got charges dropped on me, and eventually apologized to him. Even though he did attempt to steal my things, I felt bad about breaking his arm.
So thats my story. Don't smoke kids. It completly ruined my judgement on people.