Stupid Pothead Stories

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.