Blades,Pills, And Weed

Rasta Business

Hallie and I sat there talking and singing and being fucktards, " hey, Asia did you bring the shit?" Hallie said. "Well no fucking shit I brought it!" I said with laughter. I pulled out my Rasta themed pipe, a lighter and my baggy full of "OG". I sat the pipe in my lap and opened up the baggy and the good smell filled my nose, I pulled out a small nug and placed it in the bowl and sealed up the baggy and put it away. I grabbed the pipe and lighter and I lit the bowl and inhaled, filling my lungs with the good shit. I passed it while I held it all in and exhaled after 6 seconds. Instantly I felt a rush come thru me and I loved it, every bit of it. I leaned back and looked at the sky. "I think I should just fucking sleep after this today, I have too many things to deal with when I'm awake even when I'm high because of my grandparents." I said with a chilled out voice. *cough cough*
Hallie choked on the long as hit that she took as she passed it to me to take a toke.
"Same here, my mom wants me to clean my brothers rooms since they are gone today, but I'm not gonna do shit." Hallie said. I pulled myself together as I dumped the rest into Hallie's hand for her to take. I put the pipe back my pocket and grabbed my backpack and headed thru the woods back home.