Moses'BurninCush
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We all have stories of goofy paranoia, most of which end in laughs as we sober up.
My story is that I was at a party and we had just started feeling the effects of a "Philosophy Blunt," when the cops surrounded the house. They immediately rounded up everyone outside and took their information, and two cops went inside the house to check for alcohol. In a fit of paranoia and fear, I dove into some bushes in the backyard of the house, and hid there for 15 minutes.
As I crouched behind the bush, basking in the mental mind-fuck of the blunt, I began to think that it was possible for me to fight a cop. By the time I made the choice to leave my hiding spot, I was fully convinced that, if push came to shove, I could take down an officer of the law.
When I poked my head from the branches of the bush, I moved one foot forward. As my foot hid the ground, it crushed a large stick. The stick snapped, scaring me so much that I whipped around and saw my shadow on the fence behind me. Immediately thinking it was a cop, I pushed my own shadow, smashing my knuckles into the fence.
I ended up running home at a full sprint, gripping my throbbing hand. When I got home I wrapped it in a tube sock as I burned out on my bed.
Any good stories from you guys?
My story is that I was at a party and we had just started feeling the effects of a "Philosophy Blunt," when the cops surrounded the house. They immediately rounded up everyone outside and took their information, and two cops went inside the house to check for alcohol. In a fit of paranoia and fear, I dove into some bushes in the backyard of the house, and hid there for 15 minutes.
As I crouched behind the bush, basking in the mental mind-fuck of the blunt, I began to think that it was possible for me to fight a cop. By the time I made the choice to leave my hiding spot, I was fully convinced that, if push came to shove, I could take down an officer of the law.
When I poked my head from the branches of the bush, I moved one foot forward. As my foot hid the ground, it crushed a large stick. The stick snapped, scaring me so much that I whipped around and saw my shadow on the fence behind me. Immediately thinking it was a cop, I pushed my own shadow, smashing my knuckles into the fence.
I ended up running home at a full sprint, gripping my throbbing hand. When I got home I wrapped it in a tube sock as I burned out on my bed.
Any good stories from you guys?
