I had a pretty chill 4/20 weekend. Kicked it with the homies on Saturday, took some fat bong loads and all. Then caravaned down to Santa Cruz on Sunday to blaze up at the UC. Unfortunately the place was crawling with security and cops and weren't allowing anyone without a student ID inside. So there went the plan to blaze at Porter Meadow. So we chilled at the Boardwalk for a bit, then my friend ran into someone else he knew and their crew ran with us to some spot on the beach where we blazed up phat. About 16 heads sittin' on the rocks at high tide passing around God knows how many blunts, pipes, hash bowls, and special made Rice Krispie treats around. And all the peeps who came walking around by us on the beach never said a thing, just kept wishing us a Happy 4/20. Such a chill ass town.
Next morning, woke up with the guys making a gravity bong. Oh man, that thing destroyed. Never been so incapacitated off of one hit before. Good times.
My first ebook: The Plastic Wilderness / 2010 prog/deep mix