Stupid Pothead Stories

Fridays have always been the days where i have no clue what to do. Back in the day, it was always the day we would look for weed. When I was in college, after the freshman year I lived in this apartment building, off campus, I also worked for the local radio station. My closest friend there was a guy named dan.. He lived up the road with his girlfriend Amanda. She was the type who did not really like being social, and was not much a of a weed person.. Dan was the opposite.. I had met him in my first year there, and we had an english class together and would talk during the smoke breaks. I thought, yeah cool dude to chat with, but i don’t know if we would hang out.. well the 2nd year we just kept bumping into each other, and somehow and i can’t remember one of us said something about smoking a fatty… and of course a beautiful friendship was born. except one problem, we were both always broke, and did not ever know who to buy smoke from.. well we would find one person or another here and there, but we really could not affort much more than a couple of J’s here, and there, yet we got high together like everynight.. We were both older students, i started at 22 after taking a tour of europe, and working, plus a year stint in service. He was 21 and had kinda just tagged along with his girlfriend and living off student loans, and odd jobs.. I have never been comfortable around a lot of people, unless I know them really well.. He could and would talk to anyone, which was a bonus.. We would end up finding some freshman who dan somehow knew who wanted some weed.. so we would get some cash off different people, and make our nights about finding someone who was selling somewhere.. when we did finally find some we would pinch off enough for ourselves for the week before we got there, and then smoke some with the people, and tell them our fee was a couple of joints, we would do this about 3 times on a friday night, by the time we would get back to my place we were always clueless about where and how we paid for the weed….

we would kept in touch, and he told me that the whole time we were there i lived in the main weed building in the town, and we never knew about it…

Peace and smiles..