Searching for weed part 2
How many times in my life have I spent hours and hours searching for weed.. When your regular dude, and secondary supplier is not around, you have to improvise. You never wanna show up at that one smelly lives alone scary friends house to like see if they have some to spare, but it always seems to happen.. and of course you have to make sure you are very diplomatic in your search.. never saying that you visited his smelly place just for the sole purpose of scoring some bud.. then you leave there heart broken.. you decide ok, if i drive downtown and see if anyone is selling on the street.. Of course the hundreds of times you have been down there, you were always offered it when you had a baggie, but not when you are looking for it, there are always cops and no one is around.. SO then you drag your ass back to familiar grounds, maybe head to the park where the other potheads hang that you know, but dont really hang out with..
Ok so after a few hours and having some other people smoke you up, all you wanna do is get home with a couple of joints and hang out with your good friends.. I would always have some great movie I was dying to see and not have to invite a bunch of peeps over to watch it that I did not want there just to smoke some of their weed… but the journey of finding weed is always a story or two in hindsight..
more searching stories on the way
Peace and smiles..
March 20th, 2006 at 8:51 pm
I’ve spent plenty of restless nights searching. Many nights unsuccessfully, the smelly kid figures out you just want weed when you wont play genises with him. Then yur out of luck cause all of his contacts all of the sudden are dry’ed up. bullshit, fuck that smelly kid. fuck him straight to hell.
September 28th, 2006 at 3:50 pm
Me and my brother used to call it going on a “Mission” when searching for weed, how we would cruise the town back and forth, making endless phonecalls. Then he graduated first to speed and then narcotics anonymous but I stayed behind in the weed class.