i was 12. i had just gotten my first report card for my freshman year in high school and i was really, really disappointed with it.
my buddy on the bus noticed i was feeling down about it, and he was like "i think i know what you need. come with me," or something like that.
long story short, we went into one of the storm drainage sewers right by the bus stop and hotboxed that mother fucker with a crucial glass bong he had stashed down there.
from there on out i was obsessed with the little nickel bags of jamaican red that we were getting, and i ended up getting expelled for possession with 2 weeks left in the school year.
it's been a long, wild ride ever since.
my buddy on the bus noticed i was feeling down about it, and he was like "i think i know what you need. come with me," or something like that.
long story short, we went into one of the storm drainage sewers right by the bus stop and hotboxed that mother fucker with a crucial glass bong he had stashed down there.
from there on out i was obsessed with the little nickel bags of jamaican red that we were getting, and i ended up getting expelled for possession with 2 weeks left in the school year.
it's been a long, wild ride ever since.
