So, it's been a really bad month for me. Just all around bad luck of a month.
Anyway today I decided to get a little pickmeup from my friendly neighborhood dealer. I always feel paranoid going there because I stick out pretty badly, but the guy has good smoke and it's pretty close to my house.
Well anyone, I grab my sack and hit home. I just finished off my first bowl and I hear a knock on the door (now this is pretty late at night). So I grab my knife and check out the window to see whats up and it's my dealer. He came by to drop off a dimebag because he scale was off and he wanted to make sure that I wasn't shorted. So thank him in typical whiteboy hippy fashion (right on man, thanks!).
So now I'm sitting here wondering... what just happened...
Anyway today I decided to get a little pickmeup from my friendly neighborhood dealer. I always feel paranoid going there because I stick out pretty badly, but the guy has good smoke and it's pretty close to my house.
Well anyone, I grab my sack and hit home. I just finished off my first bowl and I hear a knock on the door (now this is pretty late at night). So I grab my knife and check out the window to see whats up and it's my dealer. He came by to drop off a dimebag because he scale was off and he wanted to make sure that I wasn't shorted. So thank him in typical whiteboy hippy fashion (right on man, thanks!).
So now I'm sitting here wondering... what just happened...