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.