we had some ether, bout 2oz of weed, uncounted number of those delightful kgb lemon lime and bitters bottles, pure guarana and a little lsd for kicks.
what an epic weekend, dancing from 8at night till 7 in the morning, just smoking and drinking and eating whatever and whenever, the acid and the ether were a little scary to start with as ive never done either before, but you get over it yeah.
now it comes to sunday afternoon and it goes bad, ive just rolled a j the size of my middle finger and were blazing when i think, dam, my bus is in 2 hrs, best pack up.
so i do, i pack my clothes and my bong (absynthe red bottle
) and go back to getting more high.1/2 hour to go now i try to remember where the bus will pick me up, oh oh, cant think for the life of me, no worries the ticket will say where i gots to be.
OH OH wheres my tickets, frantic search of entire house and cars reveal nothing
, do'h!!!! next thing my buddy walks in "bro wheres the weed", what do you know ive lost the weed as well.
anyway i make the first bus ok but the second one was an hour overtime, and i was at the wrong place........
so here i am, stuck in christchurch with very little coin, no weed, and no way home.
pardon my french but FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKK
and i know i have noone to blame but myself and that there is a moral to this story but really who cares
p.s gas is well over $1.50 here
so thats dope, gunna buy some weed a scale n have some money to spend
oh well, at least i didnt have to work today so i can re-energize.
