Stupid Pothead Stories

Thinking back to the days when I probably smoked the most was during the summer of my college years.. But during the school year, we smoked a lot.. first year I was living with a friend in an apartment.. it was not unlike things back home in high school… we hung out, smoked a lot and played sega, or whatever system I had.. I also had a cable box, which unlocked everything, and they never unhooked the cable from the last tennants (well until the last week if i remember right). Classes were classes, and Jakers did not have a car, so we would both use mine.. But since we got a free bus pass being students, and the stop was right in front of our place, we mostly took the bus.. which of course while you are waiting, we would smoke a fatty.. and the 15 minute bus ride was awsome.. by the time we got to campus, we started getting the munchies, so we got off the bus one stop early, and stopped at the store.. (who made his money off potheads like us).. we would load up with something to drink (usually gatorade for me) and of course chips, and some skittles.. Head up too class (which is why college rocks), we’d eat in the classes (freshman years, everything is held in a 200 seat class).. we’d try to keep things quite, but were lucky that most of the prof’s were pretty funny… I remember a few times that the prof’s were pretty sure we were stoned, but they smoked I am sure.. One day, our favorite history teacher from highschool was stopping by town for some reason, and he happened to call us and ask us for lunch.. For the years we had him as a teacher, he knew we smoked, we knew he smoked, and would kinda hint at a session together.. We went for lunch, and he paid which was nice.. we asked if he still had some time, and wanted to check out how his students were living.. (It was not a bad apartment for students really, of course if I looked back on it now, it would look shitty i am sure) . As soon as he walked in, it looked like the home of two potheads.. a couple of bongs on the table, a baggie, papers, ashtray full of roaches (which were used only on special no weed occasions, it did not happen too often, but when it did, we had enough for a few days).. Well we had a great smoking session, learned a ton of school gossip, and have a smoking friend for life.. Even now when I go visit home, we have a quick smoke together.. Well for now that is the beginning of my school Daze.. I will do more when I have the time.. Thanks for reading, and any comments are good comments..

Peace and Smiles.

Now that I am a semi responsible adult (I use the term very loosely) but thinking back those were the days.. I am not sure if I should start at the end of my day or beginning…

After much thinking I decided to start when I woke up.. I’d open my eyes, cuss cause it was too early.. snooze for an extra half hour.. wake up.. have a glass of water.. roll a fatty, read the paper and have some cereal. then i would check out the sports highlights. get dressed go to the gym, do what I did there, which mostly consisted of flirting, take a shower there. Get back in the car, smoke a roach I had from the night before. When I got home, I would throw on the video game for a bit, smoke a bowl or two. Then get on the drum kit for a couple of hours with the head phones on.. sweat my ass off.. take a 2nd shower ( I am obsessed at being clean, I know not the norm). Call a few friends make some plans while eating lunch.. Head to work do my four hour shift, smoke a joint on the ride home. Usually a friend or two were already at my place, and looking for my stash. Which I always kept hidden (there was always a baggy in the back of the pussy bar on my not working motorcycle 71 honda 750, just in case you wanted to know) As a good host I always left enough for a couple of bong hits, which I thought my mother believed was a flower pot. We’d watch a movie, or play some games. Have some dinner, a few after dinner joints… If I was with the band we’d jam for a little while, if I was not we’d just chill some more. After the dudes and the few girls that hung out with us, I would head into my room, throw on the head phones, and crank up whatever I was into that week (usually some form of rock, but there was rap, and some pop, and some old country) smoke one more.. Chill for about an hour, and fall asleep.. Unless I had a girlfriend at the time, then use your immagination..

That lasted for a couple of years I would say… Next I will write about both my college days, and my working days.. Hell I will tell ya what I did today if you really ask nicely..

Peace and smiles..

Damn busy boy is me…

I don’t know if it is just me, but I do feel a twinge of pain in my stomach when I see a huge pot bust. When I see the seizures on TV about how much weed is taken off the streets I have a moment of silence for what could have been. Just seeing all those packages there, makes me wanna cry like a child.. I have never purchased such a large quantity in my life.. But seeing thousands of pounds in a room with police looking all proud kills me. What do they do with it?? I know keeping it for evidence, but what do they do after?? Do the cops get to split it up with the lawyers and judges?? Do they burn it?? If they do can I be the guy who puts it in the fire?? I would not even take a pay check for that job.. I was reading how the State of Washington seized 135,323 plants. One stat in the article made me smile “Marijuana in the 1960s averaged between 1 and 3 percent THC content. THC levels in recent years routinely range between 10 and 25 percent” that is awsome.. more bang for the buck.. but it went up in smoke so to say.. In Nashville last week 722 pounds.. It was soo close to me.. I am still mourning the loss… In May the Mounties seized the equivilent of 7000 joints.. I crying shame.. 7000 joints, do they know how long that would last me.. In Phoenix last week somewhere between 7-9 thousand pounds.. And all the times I was jonsing in my life, these seizures are upsetting..

Peace and Smiles…