Stupid Pothead Stories

First of all it has been a little while since I wrote, and if you actually care, I do apoligize. 2nd, good fuckin riddence to 2005 it has been a really shitty year.. well the beginning was pretty good for my wife and I, but the 2nd half.. not soo much… ok

Now how many times have I brought in the new year high.. hmm too many…

Well i want to start by saying, happy new year to everyone who reads this.. I sure would love a comment or two about good or bad things about my stupid ramblings.

Well I am off..

Have a great year..

More from me in 06′

Peace and Smiles.

I remember going to the Heaven of post smokers.. Amstradam, well I remember part of it.

18 years old, and worked for 4 years saving for a european trip. I scrimped and saved, worked extra hours when I could, bought a cheap car when all my friends would make fun of me.. But I did it. I remember my parents saying I was going to have the experience of a lifetime.

School had ended on June 2nd, and started up again the day after labor day. So I had basically 14 weeks to travel.. I finished my last exam at 12:30 pm, and was headed for the air port by 3pm.. I was on a plane and in 6 hours I arrived at heathrow airport in London. I had some people I knew there, and had them meet me, and first place we go is his place for a nap, then a cool pub in Piccadilly Circus..

After a bunch of beer, one of the guys at our table said, hey lets take a trip this weekend to Amstradam.. Now it was on my list of places to go, and I had no real timetable, I just was going to go where I felt like it. Of course the other people were like yeah, they had to make sure I was there… So after the bar, we were hitting up a joint in front of Buckingham palace.. very cool.. plus Brits know how to roll a joint cone style.. Which is bigger at the end, and gets smaller near the mouth.. very cool…

Ok so my first day there was a sunday morning, and on Monday we all have plane tickets to head over there.. and wow, it was heaven…. I always dreamed of sitting in a place where you can just order some kind of weed in some sort of way, and just smoke it, or eat it in the open.. well after the first day there, I don’t really remember doing much except weed, and hash, and flirting with every girl there. I remember staying in this little hostel with a bunch of partiers..

Now I dont really know how long we were there, but i ended up in Paris sometime a week or so later.. toured around there, and ended up going back with these people I met at a club.

out of the 14 weeks I was in europe, i would suspect that at least 5 weeks of it was spent in amstradam. It is a great town that I still go visit every 5 years.

Now i met some of the greatest people on that trip, and I keep in touch with a bunch.. It amazes me that not so many of us here in America do not go visit Europe, or not many American Pot smokers don’t go…

It is worth it, soo worth it..

About a year ago, my brother in law went to amstradam, and called me from his cell just to say he was there sitting down and smoking one..

It is one of the greatest pleasures on earth to do.. Some people think it is such a huge taboo, to smoke, and here is an historical city that allows it…

Boy are we prude over here

Peace and smiles.

Sometimes when I talk with a friend, I am reminded of stories that happened, that I don’t really remember. Now I have never had a great memory, if I remember correctly.. Even before my lifelong pot companion entered my life, i was pretty forgetful.

I was reminded of a time when we were somewhere around 16 or 17 and wanted to impress these girls we met up at my friends family lake house.. I remember him saying they were really good girls, and we had to play the nice boys..

well we tried taking them on a boat ride for the day, and nothing, tried taking them into town to see a movie.. nope nada.. we tried a cook out at the fire pit on the beach.

They had two buildings at their lakehouse.. one that used to be a garage that was converted into a room for Bryan and us to hang out in and sleep in.. well i lit one up and turned on some tunes.. It must have been an hour and i dozed off chilling.. well one of the girls is sitting putting on one of the records i brought up, and was smiling at me when I woke up.. I had left half a roach in the ashtray, and when i woke i was looking to wake and bake, but the shit was gone.. Not thinking anything we started talking.. I could not figure out if I had smoked the rest of that, or if my friend or maybe this good girl has smoked it, but I was not going to ask..

well we kept chatting, and picking music, and I asked her what happened to my friend and hers.. She said they had gone to town to pick up some munchies…. It still did not kick in my head that hmmm.. pot munchies, girl music.. (YEAH I AM SLOW)…

Ok so a few minutes later she looks over at me and asks if I still had any thing left to smoke or did she finish it off… Well, that made me perk up, and made a mad dash to my car for the rest of my stash.. Whew, girl, music, pot.. hmm good combo..

soo we smoked and smoked, and smoked some more.. Eventually my bud and her friend showed up, and well they got a huge cloud of smoke in their face when they walked in..

The part that I forgot, and I had been to their wedding.. is two of my oldest friends married both of those girls.. It was calling my friend and her answering, it was the usual pleasantries about whats going on, how life is stuff like that.. she said he was not home, and asked if I remembered that summer when we hung out like every weekend.. I kept thinking, hmmm where, when.. of course being a guy, I did not want to ask.. and kept kinda fishing for more info.. and all of a sudden that summer’s memories drawer in my head opened up.. She laughed when I guess she realized I never had rememebered who she was for the past 10 years they have been married.. She asked me if I remember that Ace had been married to her friend, and I said no.

Like I was not embarassed… at least it is a good story they will tease me about forever..

Peace and smiles.

Well I was emailing an old friend, and told her about reading this page. We met in college, and have been friends ever since. She I have to say was the first female I was friends with that was as much a smoker as myself.. At first when we became friends, we never really smoked together, it was in our second year that we realized that smoking would be as much a part of our friendship as talking…

I always had my dude friends asking if we had boned.. I can honestly say it is totally possible for a boy and girl to be friends, even get drunk, and smoke for years together and never hook up at all..

Now like me when we smoked we were really antisocial.. so we played a lot and lot of scrabble.. which is not the best game ever when high.. but you do tend to remember some really great words.. you just say them alot and laugh while thinking of the funny words..

We would listen to great music, and order some of the shittiest pizza, that we thought was soo awsome.. plus garlic bread, and chickenwings.. umm..

We will always keep in touch, and I figured next time hoffer reads this, she will know she is on here.. though I will have more stories about our friend ship in the future

Peace and smiles..

The male rite of passage has always been a road trip.. Guys know this, and girls have been known to take them too… yes..

Well one road trip we decided to take was well nowhere special.. I was living in Vermont, and some of my friends Boxy, Skip, Sheck, and Fritz had nothing to do for like 4 days.. Boxy showed up at my place with a really large bag.. Well after listening too some tunes, and watching a couple of movies.. I can’t remember who said.. lets just get the fuck out of Dodge.. Well Fritz had a station wagon, and we all decided to load up the tent and go.. I was known as the machine when it came to driving. I asked, dudes anywhere in particular… I got NYC, I got Chicago, Atlantic City, so I just took the highway, and drove, and drove and drove, and smoked and smoked and smoked.. we had that shitty car hot boxed bad.. .. well at all hours of the night everyone had slept, and I just started taking the 2 lanes.. well somehow at some point we were in Pittsburgh, and I was tired.. So we stoped at a pit stop.. I smoked a big huge fatty and took a nice long nap..

When I woke up we are somewhere in around Kansas.. Fritz looks at me and says, did you not say they have some good food in KC.. I was like umm yeah, and the tigers are playing the royals this weekend.. we found this awsome steakhouse, and had a huge feast.. nothing like 5 half high munchy wanting guys ordering the biggest steaks..

we enjoyed a great game too.. a pitching duel, 1-0 game.. now I dont remember who was pitching for either team, all I know is that George Brett hit a homer near where we were sitting.. I remember at one point meeting up with these people who said our section smelled like a Grateful Dead concert.. I am surprised we did not get arrested..

well leave it too sheck to get us a place to crash with these people we met up with.. yes they be some smokers.. next morning (well 3 pm) we stopped by another steak house after loading up our lungs with smoke.. Damn great steaks in KC…

we ended up heading north and ended up in Chicago.. So we caught a cubs game, but got high before, cause security was right next to us the entire game.. some good pizza…

we ended up getting home like 2 days late, and boxy and skip both worked at a lodge and it was the offseason so it was ahite.. I got in shit from the PD i worked for, but when I told him the story he was cool… but I think shecks got fired.. which he was the i was gonna quit anyways..

To this day I love road trips, I just don’t drive high as much as when I was invincible..

well peace and smiles..

I have been all over this world, and have smoked in more countries than I can remember.. (kinda funny huh)..

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again that as a smoker you meet so many people and develop a kind of kinship that you would not if you did’nt smoke..

Ok well let me write about one of the best places I have smoked. I had some friends in Vancouver in the NW of Canada… First of all it is one of the most beautiful places to visit on earth, and in North America it is the prettiest large city. Well they are very open there, and it is not unlike San Fran with a lot of hippies, and pot smokers. I like a town where it is open, and you are not like hiding with a fatty in your hand.

Within an hour you can go from the Mtn’s to the Ocean.. it is just lovely.. People are really friendly, and the city is very clean.

I just remember how much I love that city, and how great the weed was.. I will say this, and I do have much experience, some of the best weed I have ever smoked is in Vancouver. I can’t tell ya it’s name, cause I never got into the names of particular pot, but what you can get in Vancouver is some of the best in the world.

Well with that.. i am gonna pull up pictures of Vancouver.. even if you are not a smoker I totally suggest visiting there for a vacation.

peace and smiles.

There are many lessons I have learned in my life with pot.. One is never buy weed from a crackhead.

How did I learn this lesson you ask… well here it goes

I went with a friend to go visit his girlfriend in college. His brother was a crackhead, and sold us a baggy. We drove to her school, and started smoking the second we got in her room. Well we were weekend smokers and thought we were heavy hitters at the time.. His girlfriend was one of the smart girls who went to college a year early, and we were still highschool boys, and her roomate was just stunning, and liked pot, so i tried to be the big boy and smoke a bunch of shit on my own..

Well we went to a bar, but stopped of for a quick smoke in front of the courthouse steps, cause well we were high and thought it was a good idea.. So as they walk off I stay with the roomate and finish off the fatty myself.. After about an hour at the bar, I am feeling really, really extra fucked up.. I am seeing trails, and have to take the biggest shit in my life. I have never been one to crap in a public place, so I walk out of the bar, and head to a hotel across the street. I don’t know how it happend, but I walked into someones room, and take a shit in their toilet. I never closed the door, and there is a 50 year old couple looking at me in horror. I think some way I apoligized saying I thought this was my room.. after about 10 minutes of pleading on the toilet for them not to call the police.. I wipe up and leave. Next I head to a coffee shop for a hot chocolate, and some donuts. The lady behind the counter kept looking at me, and I was doing my best to avoid her eyes. Well i went back to the courthouse steps, and sit for I don’t know how long…. The roomate walks out and is like here you are.. I was wondering what happened.. I said I just wanted a hot chocolate, and get out of the crowd.. I remember her giggling and saying I looked really, really high..

Well I dont know how we got back to the dorm rooms, but I remember my friend playing guitar and them singing, and me passing out with the roomate rubbing my head. I woke up and had the worst burn out I have ever had.. I was the only one awake, so I started reading some books, and the roomate wakes up… She is like they are gonna sleep for a while so we go out and get something too eat.. we start talking about how fucked up the weed was.. she asked if I still had some of it, and I did in my pocket.. She asked who sold it to us, and I said skips brother.. She apparently had heard about him already, and said it was probably laced with something, and she knew someone who would trade with us.. so we did, this was good stuff.. and the dude we traded loved what we gave him.. strange shit I know..

well skip and I are heading home and talking about it, and I was like dude that was some fucked up shit.. He calls his brother and the weed was laced with PCP..

So there for I learned never buy weed from a crackhead.

Peace and smiles.