SirTophamHat
Bluelighter
The first job I ever got high at was a state park job. I was 18-19 at the time, and still very conscientious of my drug use. I'd only blaze joints (no evidence afterwards) and only on rainy days when no one else showed up. I got high maybe two or three times at that job, nothing special.
One of my more recent gigs was way more awesome. 3rd shift front desk at a pretty nice hotel. A few months into it, I got my buddy a job as the 3rd shift "houseman" and he took care of the shuttle van and trash. Having him as the only other employee on the property allowed me to get really high, all throughout the night. For about half a year we blazed on the hour from 11 to 7. We eventually stopped blazing during work because it was costing us too much money and skyrocketing our tolerances. Every so often I'd have my guy roll through and we'd do some bags or dillies. Usually bags. I threw up in the lobby bathroom and in the bushes out front so many times, I can still remember that nasty monster energy drink laced vomit. It was awesome. Combined with free internet access and a giant flat screen television (usually tuned to CN) it was great. I quit that job because the bosses were cunts who didn't have a neuron between the three of them, sadly. I'd piss in their gas tanks given the chance :D Part of why I didn't give a fuck about being pinned out all the time on their dollar...
verso, your kpin story about the prof rings so true with me. On one of my proudest oxy/kpin binges I sent all sorts of facebook messages to the hottest chicks in my major at school and woke up to new facebook pals. Girls I didn't have any social history with at all. I can remember crafting the messages, but for the life of me have NO idea what I ever said. Must not have been horrible, but it was probably brutally honest and something like "You are so so so so hot. I never talk to you because I am intimidated by your vagina. Be my facebook friend?" Hahaha. Benzos.
One of my more recent gigs was way more awesome. 3rd shift front desk at a pretty nice hotel. A few months into it, I got my buddy a job as the 3rd shift "houseman" and he took care of the shuttle van and trash. Having him as the only other employee on the property allowed me to get really high, all throughout the night. For about half a year we blazed on the hour from 11 to 7. We eventually stopped blazing during work because it was costing us too much money and skyrocketing our tolerances. Every so often I'd have my guy roll through and we'd do some bags or dillies. Usually bags. I threw up in the lobby bathroom and in the bushes out front so many times, I can still remember that nasty monster energy drink laced vomit. It was awesome. Combined with free internet access and a giant flat screen television (usually tuned to CN) it was great. I quit that job because the bosses were cunts who didn't have a neuron between the three of them, sadly. I'd piss in their gas tanks given the chance :D Part of why I didn't give a fuck about being pinned out all the time on their dollar...
verso, your kpin story about the prof rings so true with me. On one of my proudest oxy/kpin binges I sent all sorts of facebook messages to the hottest chicks in my major at school and woke up to new facebook pals. Girls I didn't have any social history with at all. I can remember crafting the messages, but for the life of me have NO idea what I ever said. Must not have been horrible, but it was probably brutally honest and something like "You are so so so so hot. I never talk to you because I am intimidated by your vagina. Be my facebook friend?" Hahaha. Benzos.