I own not a single sound or image displayed in my writings except of my own personal photos. You'll also have to watch the video in youtube which you'll be directed. I also only write when I'm high so be expecting me.
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Woke up in a peaceful serence sense glad I got up when I did for some reason I was always to later discover. Just never knew right away.
Keith was firing up the old tobacco pipe with the mouthpiece, chamber, bowl, all of that good stuff. It was an antique.
"Sup.."
I got up and already found myself breaking up quality bud.
"Chillin'."
He replied bluntly.
Key was the type of guy every girl wanted, he just never indulged in that type of shit.
"Light that shit up then I'm gonna go get some cigars."
Key looked at me and asked from who. I shrugged, I was only fifteen and he was seventeen.
"Maybe from Steve later on."
Steve was this guy paralyzed neck down in some accident, although he could still move his hand and move around in his little advanced wheelchair like Hawking.
"Alright."
He lit the sticky bud and inhaled. He ended up having to light it again like twice cos the mouthpiece didn't pull as good as hoped.
The smoke session lasted at least thirty minutes cos we had bud to blow. One of those lucky weeks.
I was about super buzzed enough for that moment but it was more like a good ish sativa. Our eyes were gone mannn..
"Ay, what time is it?"
I looked at my phone screen.
"Uh, wait..."
the screen light sensitively touched my eyes.
"It's 5:11AM we have time. Didn't you say Yamina wanted to get high?"
"Yeah but her bus comes around 5:30 bruh."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his moist pink eyes and pinkish outlined eyes. I was still amazed that this mid did this to our eyes.
We grubbed for a good minute and eventually got ready and headed out. I rolled the first blunt pretty good, despite Steve's shitty cheap cigars.
=Yamina's Stop=
Not far ahead she was spotted, it was still dark out in the beautiful streets of Miami, Fl.
"You think she'll let you fuck?"
Key asked, honest answer was yes. She was a down freak and we were virgins. She has a liking of black guys but I never told Keith that when he asked.
(These characters are loosely built off of real life people in my life, but her all black diet was true.)
I'm a dreadhead, its nearly below neck length now. I'm not wide, I have an average build being 15. Nothing of my appearance significant.
"Heyy!"
She said. We shared the same class.
"Donovan, oh my gosh, you smoke?"
"Hah, yeah." I replied.
"So let's find a place to spark up." Keith suggested to which we immediately did. We were at her sister house who has a sweet 2015 Malibu(white) ready for it's first hotbox.
We were all high asfff a good fifteen minutes later.
She tried getting Keith's attention throughout the whole session but like I said before, she wasn't as appealing to him.
She was a cuban chick with long hair and a pretty nice body.
"Hey, we need to go!"
The summer school bus abruptly pulled up and we were stoned. We stepped out and smoke was fairly visible and audible if you get that joke.
