Chapter 1 Ganja

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by paddytheysay

by paddytheysay

It was 4.15. What a wonderfull summers day. I was just after rolling a cone, using blueberry skins. For once i decided to go pure. I had white widdow left over from the night before and i had just met my dealer, 30 mins ago, who was able to sort me out with some more. He told me it was 7 grams of northern lights FOR 9O yoyos, ill take his word for it, i had no scales to be sure, looked like a decent bag for 90 yoyos. Had to be a decent bag for 90 yoyos! I left the joint aside. 4.18. I began packing a bong, i wanted to get really fucking high, you no the high i wanted that one where the jaw locks and ya cant stop smiling. I got my rolling stones zippo lighter out and flicked it to produce a constant flame. then i wraped my lips around the bong head and began to suck yes no allegory. The water inside began to bubble cream began to swell around the bong untill all you could see was white . Yes i know im digging deeper, I let go of the release hole and inhaled the beautiful toxic smoke. I coughed and drooled and coughed some more as that was a heavy hit man. 4.19 i typed into google gimme shelter, rolling stones, youtube. then clicked the video link. 4.20. amen i lit the joint as the rift played out. ohhhhhh see the storm is threatning. 4.21 and a half, CLEAN BAKED.

My head began to bop to the music. With every toke i could feel my jaw widening and then locking into place. I closed my eyes and imagined Nirvana, not the band, but in saying that Kurt cobains untimely death popped into my head, fucking suicide my ass more like his misses had a whale of a time with a shot gun. Then i felt a warm sensation what joy it was to be alive, sorry Kurt. i had made a mini playlist. great gig in the sky was next, i thought id be there with bells on.

My flat mate had just awoken, he liked to lie in. When i mean he liked to lie in is he liked to see the moon rise just as the sun set. He was up unusually early today, bare in mind it was closing in on half four. he worked mostly nights at the local mc donalds, well, so did i, nice enogh peopple in the place but a shit job kids stay in school. I swore if someone else asked me whilst i was working was i "loving it" as was the miky ds cliche i was going to scratch and itch at the back of my head with a shot gun but not before i scratched theres.