First thing in the morning I shot out of bed knowing that school was gonna be the fucking bomb. I had plans after school to go with my friends to a local show, with my stoner homie playing. So after the longest bus ride to school (cant get my liscense), I jumped off the bus doing a kick. Apon entering the school every one was sad, because a local homie had passed. By the end of the day it seemed like it was going to be the worst 4/20 ever. So I got home hopeing that the show would still be sweet. After a few hours I got a call from my homie who was giving me a lift to the show. When I got into the car, 2 other kids that I kinda knew were in it. I'm pretty sure one of them was queer, but what ever man. So on the ride there the driver cracked open his phone and called some 7th grade girl who was hooking us up (honestly) and after a while we met her and her brother on a road. We drove past and did the total drug dealer deal with the cars driving opposite ways on a road and the drivers passing the product. We decided that when we should toke before the show, So we looked around for some place, sense the driver was being an ass and would not let us toke in his moms car. After a while, we found this abandon barn. So we parked in a near by subdivision and walked this odd bike path to the spot. We toked. From this point on, it seemed to go horribley wrong. When we were leaving we started to run back to the bike path to walk back to the car. Then this old ass bitch ( like 90 years old) pulled up next to us, windows up. She started driving real real real slow, like honestly 1 mph next to us. She even followed us onto the dead end bike path. She was mad dogging us the whole time. It seemed like she was mumbling so we all started to flip out. We thought she might be on the look out for people holding or some shit. Then we then started thinking she might have one of those wireless talking things in her car, and that she was IDing us to the popo. So the driver kept telling us to keep our cool and just keep walking to his car. Finally we reached the end of the path, and the old bitch put her car into reverse and did like 90 in reverse back around the path( she was a fucking amazing driver) When we finally got back to the car ( had seemed like hours) we all jumped in and started to FREAK. We quickly sped outta there and started to semi calm down, still thinking the popo could be onto us. Then we got into some traffic, just what we needed.... then we heard some fucking sirens, I can not express to you what went through me at that time, I started mad panic attacking. Every thing I seen out side the windows seemed to be implanted into my memory as pictures, and that I was just watching a picture show or some shit. It was so scary... After like a 30 min drive we got to the venue. We drove a little past it and parked in an odd spot so no one would suspect us being at the venue. When I got outta the car I instantly ran and dove next to another car. I started hallucinating and shit. After a few trys to get me up and to the venue my friends finally succeded. We walked down an alley that I had felt that I had walked like 100,000 times, I was freaking out. Finally, we had got to the venue, after our like 2 hour adventure. I could barely pay the man to get in I was so fucked up. While we were waiting for one of the openers to set up we went behind the venue to hang with our stoner friends band. Then I started freaking out again. I realised how easy it was to be found. After a while I found my self huddled in a corner. I was having a mad panic attack. After thinking was mad gonna get caught and die, I barfed. And when I say barfed, I dont mean a little, I mean I barfed for like 30 min. I was sitting like 3 feet from the bouncer to the venue who was inside a little glass inclosed room. I'm sure he was watching me. When I started recovering, The guitarest to my friends band hooked me up with some water. That kid saved my life. After regaining enough stength to wobble up to the bathroom I washed my self off. When I finished semi-grooming my self, I looked in the mirror. I looked like the biggest peice of white trash ever. So I drenched my hair with water and then walked back out side. When I got out there I realised that like 20 of my friends had been sitting there the whole time. It was pretty shitty. After a while we went in and seen the bands, I tore some mother fuckers up in that pit. When it finished we just went home like a normal day, But no one spoke. I got home every thing just seemed so perfect, like I had never left. It was a crazy night. 2008 here I come!
hahahahaha you talk like my roommate talks, by the way but yeah crazy story man.. my 420 was crazy too.. kinda
that sounds like a sucky day... You should have just talked to the lady in the car, although I guess you might have been too freaked out by her to do it.
I just had four friends over. We hung out, played video games, went on a lot of walks to McDiggity, smoked and so on. Mcdonalds was funny as hell. This fat bitch was the manager. She kept yelling at employees and stuff. This one (mexican) guy who was working there was just looking so mellow and sort of smirking at us when we ordered as the manager yelled at him. I went to the window seat and the manager came to sweep something up in the doorway. After she finished she full out kicked on of those "Caution Wet Floor" signs. When I looked startled she put a smile on and said, those collapse sometimes". I just said "yeah..yeah they do" We watched family guy and stuff which was all good. I was smoking bowl after bowl and eating hot cheetos, not noticing how high I was getting. When I looked back at my monitor, everything was spinning a little. It was about time to be getting ready for bed (4o'clock) so I got up to go get people whatever they needed. That was when I started feeling sick. I told one of my friends that I didn't feel great and needed a spot to sit down. He told me that I should go to the bathroom just in case, and grudgingly I agreed. I started feeling more and more sick and knew I was going to throw up. For about 15-20 minutes I was crouched over my toilet getting ready to puke and trying to fall asleep at the same time (It'd be hard to explain to my pop's why I was asleep on the bathroom floor by the toilet). I finally gagged and threw up. I thought it only lasted a short time but I was later informed that I was throwing up for like 10 minutes. By some miracle my dad never woke up throughout my whole fit of screaming into the toilet. I then got a blanket and a pillow and passed out on the floor. I had never felt better. It was a great 4/20 and I hope to top it in years to come.
I went to see a Tribute to Pink Floyd and smoked up a half between me and my good friend. To shorten the story a bit
I got caught smoking my my parents the day before 420. My parents grounded me and i dident even get to smoke on 420
i smoked all day on 420 and had to go to class too, we had to do a debate in my one class, and i was in the group that had to go that day and i was soooo fuckin high.. and i had to read our introduction and i kept stumbling and people probably thought i couldn't read, and then the whole time my group and the other group was debating i just sat there and stared hahaha
