My Saturday Night.. and Sunday Morning.
WHew. What frickin' night. Went to a house party, intending on staying sober for the night. That went fine for a few hours..then I got stoned.. and this was good. THen I got a little more stoned.. this was better. Then some nice guy walks into the room and asks if I want E. Well, I admit, I buckled under the pressure and grimfully chewedup this 'White Anchor". Nice vibe going around the room, 3 bedroom apartment..mebbe 25 people. Not much happened for a half hour; my friends had already rolling. The next few hours are a blur.. you know how it is. Converstaions about weird-shit-you-talk-about-when-you're-high.
So yeah.. then 4:20 starts creeping up, and we decide we need a 4:20 blunt..made up of all the joints we had smoked all night.. this coupled w/ a vile of oil, and a bunch of weed. Then we roache that and pop it in the 4 hoser.. someone alerts us that they have a roach from a big-ass blunt from earlier.. so that goes in too. I try and pass up the hose many times, but everyone's had their fill.. so I'm stuck w/ it..
By now I'm rolling like a rock, marvelling at the ceiling (I suspect there was a touch of acid in there somewhere..) and listening to some banging tracks.
Time passes.
Now it's time for the 45 min sketch walk home.. 5:30 am. It's kinda chilly, but we're walking quickly so I'm not that cold. I start off talking to my friend Eric, more of the weird shit. Then I mention the war, and how the NA in Afghanistan have surveillance photos of top Taliban officials going into caves.. And I was like, "WHoa.. we might die soon.." and it got me to thinking about my own mortality..about signifance in life. Then that led me to think about the Universe. How did it become? If there was a big bang, what was before that? Did you know that there is only a .01% gene difference among humans..a variation of 300000 letters in the human sequence of three billion.
I'm still too stoned to feel my sketch, so I'm fairly content walking, and thinking of all this trippy shit.
Anyhoo..we get home, having to wake up my friend to let us in. We play a few games of Super Smash Brothers, and my friends get stoned again.. I just write this little story. Anyways.. I work at 1..so I'm ending this here. Goodnight.
{b.s.e.}
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