CoffeeDrinker
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So I live in a little suburb outside of the giant slum that is Rochester, NY. Rochester is the dumping ground for Toronto, the bitch of Buffalo, and totally unheard of by people from the Big Apple. I live in Chili outside of Rochester which is even scummier, at least for the people in the drug scene...ANYWAY
Let me tell you about my night last night.
I was doing homework for my Globalization class, typical pointless liberal arts sociology type bs, and I realized that writing as essay about how I think all those republicans that have been taking photo-ops in Honduras recently are secretly smuggling mass amounts of primo Colombian cocaine would benefit greatly if I had some nice Sativa in my lungs. So I got out at about 8:30 to find my buddy Steve so he can get me some. I call him up at 8:30 and he responds so ridiculously slowly you'd think he's on valium or something, but nope, he's just a sloth in general. He tells me that he needs to shower, that he hasn't gotten out of bed at all today, and that he is playing this free version of RISK that he downloaded, he'll call me back in a little bit... Now hearing this I know I need to cast a wider net out there or I would be waiting around all night. So I call my boy Ronnie up who's got a sweet headies connection. He tells me that he's with people who he can't talk freely around and that he might not be able to get it tonight, but he'll try and get back to me...damn...So I try one more person who knows how to get headies, but he's got a wife and kid and it's more of a longshot than anything else once you get past a certain hour.
In the mean time I sit in my van in the Meadowbrook parking lot, waiting. This waiting has come to characterize the majority of the drug experience here in my crappy little town... Meadowbrook is basically the ghetto right in the middle of the suburbs. A little tightly packed housing complex filled with all sorts of crazy characters and radical thinkers (AKA poor people who believe everything Glen Beck says), not to mention the heart of the opiate trade and therefore the defacto hobo hang-out in my town...
So I'm sitting in my van waiting for Steve to call me back...Then I turn on the lights in my van and start to do some more homework. Getting bored with this quickly I start to tear my van apart looking for some bud to smoke. My van is often the hangout spot wherever there is a gathering, and so I often score free greenage from the clumsy stoners around town.
I found some! A small bowl of bricked shwag all for me! So I smoke that down and start to relax and kick my feet up on my dashboard. Not feeling satisfied with that I keep torching my bowl to get as much resin as possible. The bowl starts seriously rolling and I am feeling a slight buzz, phew. Then I text Steve about an hour later...no response...then about a half hour after that...still nothing...Then I call him about a half hour after that. That is totally not blowing up someone's phone right? I didn't think so. Not that it matters, Steve would have no problem calling you 50 times in a row if he wants something and he knows you are avoiding him...which is one of many reasons why no one likes to hang out with him.
Anyways he finally answers and is STILL PLAYING THAT FUCKING RISK. WTF It's been over 2 hours since I first called you and you said you were going to call me back. When we get to business I ask him about all of the guys he typically goes through: It's too late for Scuba, Mike didn't pick up his phone, Rob is working...wtf...wtf...If you tried calling 2 hours earlier it wouldn't have been too late for Scuba, and Rob wouldn't have been working, and Mike might have picked up...oh well Steve had his headies and doesn't give a shit about anything else. I fronted the kid LSD, you'd think that he would help me out with some weed, but no, he's too busy being a completely worthless bum.
By this time my little resin/old ass shwag buzz is wearing off a little and it is apparent that I am not going to be scoring anything tonight unless I get on the expressway and go to the City for some midis, which doesn't really seem worth it...So I am still very slightly high and laugh at how shitty my current drug connection situation is as I drive home, not feeling like finishing my homework.
Oh well, I'll just pop one of my dad's percocets, rub one off, and call it a night. The highlight of the evening right there.
I remember reading that "Crazy Pot Trip/Bad Trip" thread the other day and I though it was weird that someone would write a trip report about smoking weed. So I felt like my little outing in my scummy little town of North Chili, NY deserved some glorification as well...sigh...
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Let me tell you about my night last night.
I was doing homework for my Globalization class, typical pointless liberal arts sociology type bs, and I realized that writing as essay about how I think all those republicans that have been taking photo-ops in Honduras recently are secretly smuggling mass amounts of primo Colombian cocaine would benefit greatly if I had some nice Sativa in my lungs. So I got out at about 8:30 to find my buddy Steve so he can get me some. I call him up at 8:30 and he responds so ridiculously slowly you'd think he's on valium or something, but nope, he's just a sloth in general. He tells me that he needs to shower, that he hasn't gotten out of bed at all today, and that he is playing this free version of RISK that he downloaded, he'll call me back in a little bit... Now hearing this I know I need to cast a wider net out there or I would be waiting around all night. So I call my boy Ronnie up who's got a sweet headies connection. He tells me that he's with people who he can't talk freely around and that he might not be able to get it tonight, but he'll try and get back to me...damn...So I try one more person who knows how to get headies, but he's got a wife and kid and it's more of a longshot than anything else once you get past a certain hour.
In the mean time I sit in my van in the Meadowbrook parking lot, waiting. This waiting has come to characterize the majority of the drug experience here in my crappy little town... Meadowbrook is basically the ghetto right in the middle of the suburbs. A little tightly packed housing complex filled with all sorts of crazy characters and radical thinkers (AKA poor people who believe everything Glen Beck says), not to mention the heart of the opiate trade and therefore the defacto hobo hang-out in my town...
So I'm sitting in my van waiting for Steve to call me back...Then I turn on the lights in my van and start to do some more homework. Getting bored with this quickly I start to tear my van apart looking for some bud to smoke. My van is often the hangout spot wherever there is a gathering, and so I often score free greenage from the clumsy stoners around town.
I found some! A small bowl of bricked shwag all for me! So I smoke that down and start to relax and kick my feet up on my dashboard. Not feeling satisfied with that I keep torching my bowl to get as much resin as possible. The bowl starts seriously rolling and I am feeling a slight buzz, phew. Then I text Steve about an hour later...no response...then about a half hour after that...still nothing...Then I call him about a half hour after that. That is totally not blowing up someone's phone right? I didn't think so. Not that it matters, Steve would have no problem calling you 50 times in a row if he wants something and he knows you are avoiding him...which is one of many reasons why no one likes to hang out with him.
Anyways he finally answers and is STILL PLAYING THAT FUCKING RISK. WTF It's been over 2 hours since I first called you and you said you were going to call me back. When we get to business I ask him about all of the guys he typically goes through: It's too late for Scuba, Mike didn't pick up his phone, Rob is working...wtf...wtf...If you tried calling 2 hours earlier it wouldn't have been too late for Scuba, and Rob wouldn't have been working, and Mike might have picked up...oh well Steve had his headies and doesn't give a shit about anything else. I fronted the kid LSD, you'd think that he would help me out with some weed, but no, he's too busy being a completely worthless bum.
By this time my little resin/old ass shwag buzz is wearing off a little and it is apparent that I am not going to be scoring anything tonight unless I get on the expressway and go to the City for some midis, which doesn't really seem worth it...So I am still very slightly high and laugh at how shitty my current drug connection situation is as I drive home, not feeling like finishing my homework.
Oh well, I'll just pop one of my dad's percocets, rub one off, and call it a night. The highlight of the evening right there.
I remember reading that "Crazy Pot Trip/Bad Trip" thread the other day and I though it was weird that someone would write a trip report about smoking weed. So I felt like my little outing in my scummy little town of North Chili, NY deserved some glorification as well...sigh...
Tagged by Xorkoth
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