Well, enough of that emotional, deep shit. Apparently no one has love for me when I complain about crap. So instead, it's time for "drinking" (you'll see why I use the " in a second) tales!
So I tried to test my ability to do without and failed. Oh how I failed. I''ll show it in order her so everyone can get a good idea.
Thursday: I had to shuttle my brother about my parents' houses, but after about 8:30, it was determined that there would be drinking at the apartment. Fun! Jacques the roomie had some dudes I knew from hischool over and they were watching the NBA Finals and drinking some beastly beer: Milwakee's Best Ice. The Beast in its most vile. But at very cheap for a 30 pack, you can't bitch too much. So then Leah stopped by and Nux rolled on over later, and it was truly a party. Then the restarint issue came into play when the remark "knife hit" came up. Woah, dude.
(for those not too familiar, a knife hit is a hit of hashish pressed between two red-hot knives to burn it super fast and kind of vaporize it. you then suck the smoke/vapor up thru a funnel of sorts. we were using a coke bottle packed with ice)
So, the peer pressure came out, and as much as I wanted to do it, the real pressure fell on Nux. I feel bad now, becuase I realized shortly that making a half-drunk who has smoked weed ONCE in his whole life take a knife hit is a really mean thing to do. Nux, I apologize. Dude was totally wasted. Like, acted like he was on real drugs, not just hash. I believe wylin' is a good way to describe it. The rest of us who hung out found it both concerning and then, after a bit, very funny to watch Nux. As the night progressed, I just got more and more faded, courtesy of Sam I Am's blunt and a couple more beers to cure a cottonmouth. After Leah left and Jacques went to bed, I passed out listening to the Brazillian Girls and som Esthero. Crazy hash dreams ensued.
Friday: Round two. So I dragged my ass out of bed five minutes before work, and pretty much dragged my ass around for the rest of the day untill I got off early at 3. Score! After a radio show from 4-6, I got home and Jacques and I worked on the idea of making real food for dinner. Good fucking idea. Made up some salad with hearts of palm, which I had never eaten before, and I think I like a lot now. They were a lot like artichoke hearts, but different too. Tasty tho, and that's what's important. Plus some Mexican rice and some cayanne barbequed chikcen breasts, it was a good dinner. Leah came by for the goodness of food and drink. And of course, the weed. I can't imagine what it is like to stop by someone's house for dinner and as you walk in the door have half a jay handed to you. Word. So a very delicious weeded dinner and some oh-my-god-i'm-stoned-and-these-are-so-good brownines, the hash made itself known again, and man oh man was that some fun. I mean really, I don't know what kind of shit I was on last Tuesday, because I was having a grand time. It was great. Leah was all giggly, Jacques was ihs normal just weird and out there stoned. I was far too blazed to really have had any right to talking at all. But I know I was. Somehow it became really late, and I got to sleep what was some of the most comfy sleep I have had in a long time. Really good solid sleep. Even tho Jacques' promise of hashbrowns for breakfast didn't pan out, the rest of the morning/afternoon went well.
Yeah. Good moods right now. Gonna have mushrooms by the end of next month for certain! For certain before that, actually, but we need to do some, uh, extensive product research and testing before they can be allowed on the open market. Wouldn't want some kind of, um, recall or something. Whatever. I'ma fry some balls soon, that's all I know. I'm a happy kid right now and I don't care I broke just about every plan I had in half. Fuck 'em anyway.
Peace,
Duone DSL DPK
So I tried to test my ability to do without and failed. Oh how I failed. I''ll show it in order her so everyone can get a good idea.
Thursday: I had to shuttle my brother about my parents' houses, but after about 8:30, it was determined that there would be drinking at the apartment. Fun! Jacques the roomie had some dudes I knew from hischool over and they were watching the NBA Finals and drinking some beastly beer: Milwakee's Best Ice. The Beast in its most vile. But at very cheap for a 30 pack, you can't bitch too much. So then Leah stopped by and Nux rolled on over later, and it was truly a party. Then the restarint issue came into play when the remark "knife hit" came up. Woah, dude.
(for those not too familiar, a knife hit is a hit of hashish pressed between two red-hot knives to burn it super fast and kind of vaporize it. you then suck the smoke/vapor up thru a funnel of sorts. we were using a coke bottle packed with ice)
So, the peer pressure came out, and as much as I wanted to do it, the real pressure fell on Nux. I feel bad now, becuase I realized shortly that making a half-drunk who has smoked weed ONCE in his whole life take a knife hit is a really mean thing to do. Nux, I apologize. Dude was totally wasted. Like, acted like he was on real drugs, not just hash. I believe wylin' is a good way to describe it. The rest of us who hung out found it both concerning and then, after a bit, very funny to watch Nux. As the night progressed, I just got more and more faded, courtesy of Sam I Am's blunt and a couple more beers to cure a cottonmouth. After Leah left and Jacques went to bed, I passed out listening to the Brazillian Girls and som Esthero. Crazy hash dreams ensued.
Friday: Round two. So I dragged my ass out of bed five minutes before work, and pretty much dragged my ass around for the rest of the day untill I got off early at 3. Score! After a radio show from 4-6, I got home and Jacques and I worked on the idea of making real food for dinner. Good fucking idea. Made up some salad with hearts of palm, which I had never eaten before, and I think I like a lot now. They were a lot like artichoke hearts, but different too. Tasty tho, and that's what's important. Plus some Mexican rice and some cayanne barbequed chikcen breasts, it was a good dinner. Leah came by for the goodness of food and drink. And of course, the weed. I can't imagine what it is like to stop by someone's house for dinner and as you walk in the door have half a jay handed to you. Word. So a very delicious weeded dinner and some oh-my-god-i'm-stoned-and-these-are-so-good brownines, the hash made itself known again, and man oh man was that some fun. I mean really, I don't know what kind of shit I was on last Tuesday, because I was having a grand time. It was great. Leah was all giggly, Jacques was ihs normal just weird and out there stoned. I was far too blazed to really have had any right to talking at all. But I know I was. Somehow it became really late, and I got to sleep what was some of the most comfy sleep I have had in a long time. Really good solid sleep. Even tho Jacques' promise of hashbrowns for breakfast didn't pan out, the rest of the morning/afternoon went well.
Yeah. Good moods right now. Gonna have mushrooms by the end of next month for certain! For certain before that, actually, but we need to do some, uh, extensive product research and testing before they can be allowed on the open market. Wouldn't want some kind of, um, recall or something. Whatever. I'ma fry some balls soon, that's all I know. I'm a happy kid right now and I don't care I broke just about every plan I had in half. Fuck 'em anyway.
Peace,
Duone DSL DPK