Preface
Early on Wednesday morning i was approached at school by a trustworthy friend who said He had a ten sack and would give me a free bowl. I had been flat broke for awhile now, and this was much welcome. So we go into the school bathroom, I take out a pill container that I use to keep my medicine in, and he shakes out roughly a bowl.
The weed looked dank from the start, a rich (but light) green color with yellow hairs, good chronic.
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Starting from where I left off in the preface, I approached a close (bone-dry) friend who wanted to smoke weed again (hadn't in awhile) and we sluff 3rd Period. Well, we're walking to his Grandma's House in the neighborhood behind the Highschool, and when we get here, he informs me that his Grandma is home so we have very secretly get into his small one-room trailer (inconveniently placed right in front of his Grandma's bedroom window.). The first few moments were scary, getting into the trailer, but I calmed down once inside.
We talk for a minute, and somehow I accidentally spill the weed, but we got it all back. He proceeds to show me how to make a steamroller out of toilet paper (didn't know before) with your hand acting as the carb. We pack the bud, but were sketched out wether it was good or mid-grade because there were bits of cotton we had to pick out of it (What the Fuck?) but He takes the first hit, and immediately confirms it to be some dank Chronic. He passes the home-made steamroller to me and I light up. Immediately I know that it is some good chronic, unlike anything I've had before. Off of one hit of this shit, I'm already feeling a lot more mellow and there's kind of a non-visual tint to everything, if anyone can understand me. The most noticeable feeling is the warmness that comes every time I smoke marijuana, and it's by far the most pleasant (What can I say, I like straight body highs). Keep in mind that the whole time during the construction of the piece and smoking it, we had to remain almost absolutely quiet. Well, about time for my second hit, his Grandma decides to go outside (we guess) and immediately we had to drop to the floor of the trailer (big gaping window in front) and stash the piece in a backpack. She eventually leaves, and we resume. By now, I'm half-blazed, it was only a bowl afterall. Everything seemed funny to me (Not in the fake movie drunk Ha Ha Ha way, just nothing seemed to be serious) and I stopped being so sketched about the environment I was toking in. Well, right after my third hit, a car rolls up and we start putting small insignificant things that could still get us in trouble (Lighter, Matches, etc.) away, just to be safe. Stepping out from the car was a woman we all knew quite well from the Highschool, she worked there. We imediately hit the floor again, and luckily his Grandma did not hear the lady so she did not investigate. We get up, and not ten seconds later his Grandpa comes in. It was he that actually peered into the trailer, after my dumb self accidentally banged my head on a cabinet. We pretty much fly up into the only source of cover (the loft) and sit there, waiting. He goes into the house and does not reappear. We finish our bowl (4 hits each) and relax. Everything is fine now, and the warm feeling has turned to something akin to smokable peace and contentment. We are chatting about what to do now (Can't very well go back to school) when a cop (probably Truancy Officer) rolls up to the house, and gets out. Not knowing what to do, we edged towards the door of the trailer, as his Grandpa answers the door. We decide it's now or never, so we secretly, quietly, get out of the trailer. Though there was a cop not twenty feet away, I light a cigarette to remain calm so I don't give us away. We make it across the street, into some back-roads, so we're pretty much safe.
I explain to my friend how sketchy that was, straight ghetto. We just enjoy our high, not wanting to eat because it takes the high down. We walk a block to my house, and chill there because my Mom left. At some point (Can't really remember caring about it) he decided to go back to school.
I thought nothing of it, until the next day. I come to school, and my friend is not there. I figured he was sleeping whatever he had off. At this point, I am surprised to find that I am still rather high, almost 24 hours later (Don't ask me how) but it was subsiding to the point where I couldn't really notice it unless I payed attention.
I started to talk to my original source, thanking him for the free bud, letting him know how good it was, when he surprises me by saying he figured my friend got busted. He wouldn't give a reason why, other then superstition.
I go home confused, and come back the next day to find him gone again, only this time I learn that yesterday, a total of twelve cop cars swarmed the school, and my friend taken to the Office in handcuffs. I still do not know if it's true or not, but if it is, dang.
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Early on Wednesday morning i was approached at school by a trustworthy friend who said He had a ten sack and would give me a free bowl. I had been flat broke for awhile now, and this was much welcome. So we go into the school bathroom, I take out a pill container that I use to keep my medicine in, and he shakes out roughly a bowl.
The weed looked dank from the start, a rich (but light) green color with yellow hairs, good chronic.
Report
Starting from where I left off in the preface, I approached a close (bone-dry) friend who wanted to smoke weed again (hadn't in awhile) and we sluff 3rd Period. Well, we're walking to his Grandma's House in the neighborhood behind the Highschool, and when we get here, he informs me that his Grandma is home so we have very secretly get into his small one-room trailer (inconveniently placed right in front of his Grandma's bedroom window.). The first few moments were scary, getting into the trailer, but I calmed down once inside.
We talk for a minute, and somehow I accidentally spill the weed, but we got it all back. He proceeds to show me how to make a steamroller out of toilet paper (didn't know before) with your hand acting as the carb. We pack the bud, but were sketched out wether it was good or mid-grade because there were bits of cotton we had to pick out of it (What the Fuck?) but He takes the first hit, and immediately confirms it to be some dank Chronic. He passes the home-made steamroller to me and I light up. Immediately I know that it is some good chronic, unlike anything I've had before. Off of one hit of this shit, I'm already feeling a lot more mellow and there's kind of a non-visual tint to everything, if anyone can understand me. The most noticeable feeling is the warmness that comes every time I smoke marijuana, and it's by far the most pleasant (What can I say, I like straight body highs). Keep in mind that the whole time during the construction of the piece and smoking it, we had to remain almost absolutely quiet. Well, about time for my second hit, his Grandma decides to go outside (we guess) and immediately we had to drop to the floor of the trailer (big gaping window in front) and stash the piece in a backpack. She eventually leaves, and we resume. By now, I'm half-blazed, it was only a bowl afterall. Everything seemed funny to me (Not in the fake movie drunk Ha Ha Ha way, just nothing seemed to be serious) and I stopped being so sketched about the environment I was toking in. Well, right after my third hit, a car rolls up and we start putting small insignificant things that could still get us in trouble (Lighter, Matches, etc.) away, just to be safe. Stepping out from the car was a woman we all knew quite well from the Highschool, she worked there. We imediately hit the floor again, and luckily his Grandma did not hear the lady so she did not investigate. We get up, and not ten seconds later his Grandpa comes in. It was he that actually peered into the trailer, after my dumb self accidentally banged my head on a cabinet. We pretty much fly up into the only source of cover (the loft) and sit there, waiting. He goes into the house and does not reappear. We finish our bowl (4 hits each) and relax. Everything is fine now, and the warm feeling has turned to something akin to smokable peace and contentment. We are chatting about what to do now (Can't very well go back to school) when a cop (probably Truancy Officer) rolls up to the house, and gets out. Not knowing what to do, we edged towards the door of the trailer, as his Grandpa answers the door. We decide it's now or never, so we secretly, quietly, get out of the trailer. Though there was a cop not twenty feet away, I light a cigarette to remain calm so I don't give us away. We make it across the street, into some back-roads, so we're pretty much safe.
I explain to my friend how sketchy that was, straight ghetto. We just enjoy our high, not wanting to eat because it takes the high down. We walk a block to my house, and chill there because my Mom left. At some point (Can't really remember caring about it) he decided to go back to school.
I thought nothing of it, until the next day. I come to school, and my friend is not there. I figured he was sleeping whatever he had off. At this point, I am surprised to find that I am still rather high, almost 24 hours later (Don't ask me how) but it was subsiding to the point where I couldn't really notice it unless I payed attention.
I started to talk to my original source, thanking him for the free bud, letting him know how good it was, when he surprises me by saying he figured my friend got busted. He wouldn't give a reason why, other then superstition.
I go home confused, and come back the next day to find him gone again, only this time I learn that yesterday, a total of twelve cop cars swarmed the school, and my friend taken to the Office in handcuffs. I still do not know if it's true or not, but if it is, dang.
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