Stupid Pothead Stories

I am back, busy life tends to slow down the writing process, or maybe my pothead brain made me forget about this for a while..  I will for sure try to write a little more often.  I was reminded of the time I was in London England with some friends.  That is where I first learned to roll cone style, like an ice cream cone shape, you kinda roll the paper on an angle, with more pot at the top.  We were drinking, and smoking with some people we met, that were a little older than us..  For some reason they called us all yankees, and we called them limey’s.. (no one cared about any political correctness)  We were on the underground riding somewhere, when some cops were trying to roust us.  We were fucked up and laughing our asses off, but tried to keep the cops from busting us.  well i guess it was a few stops later, we were getting off to go to where ever it was we were headed too.  The cop followed us all the way to the place we were going, but we were lucky enough to have another cops brother with us.. So when the cop saw the house we were going to, and our friends brother on the porch, he laughed, and they chatted for a while.  Then we got the shit talk about how we should not have gotten high in public blah blah blah.. I remember damn, I am 19 years old on vacation in another country, and getting a shit talk.. then we listened to some great tunes, and smoked more and more weed.  We had a great time visiting, and some of those dudes are still friends to this day.. I had the chance to smoke them in my own country.. yay..

Peace and smiles