tstick
Well-Known Member
I remember living in the icy cold mid central states and having it be so cold that literally every gets locked down.....stash gone....nothing to do...nowhere to go...If you were really lucky, you could call up a friend and trudge over to their house through the snow and cold just to smoke a joint -but none to take back with you.
I remember scraping the residue off the rolling tray....picking through the seed jar to catch any tiny flecks of weed....and, of course, scraping out the "black death" tar from inside the bong stem and drying it out....makes my head ache just thinking about it.
No more "lick-to-seal" baggies.
No more calling the guy up to try and score only to have him string you along. not call you back and then end up not meeting you after all....always feeling like your next call might be the one that bugs him and makes him mad...fuck.
No more hanging out with the guy and smoking one with him even though you don't really like him at all and can't wait to get out of there.
No cops pulling you over because they saw you come out of a known drug dealer's house and then arresting you for a tiny bit of weed. I though about that one day as I exited a marijuana store and had a sack of various goodies with me as I walked right past a cop car parked out in front. "Top 'o the mornin', officer!"
I remember scraping the residue off the rolling tray....picking through the seed jar to catch any tiny flecks of weed....and, of course, scraping out the "black death" tar from inside the bong stem and drying it out....makes my head ache just thinking about it.
No more "lick-to-seal" baggies.
No more calling the guy up to try and score only to have him string you along. not call you back and then end up not meeting you after all....always feeling like your next call might be the one that bugs him and makes him mad...fuck.
No more hanging out with the guy and smoking one with him even though you don't really like him at all and can't wait to get out of there.
No cops pulling you over because they saw you come out of a known drug dealer's house and then arresting you for a tiny bit of weed. I though about that one day as I exited a marijuana store and had a sack of various goodies with me as I walked right past a cop car parked out in front. "Top 'o the mornin', officer!"