a good indicator that you're just TOO DAMN HIGH is when you spend 10 minutes rolling the perfect doobie only to discover when you're about to seal it up that you've rolled it with the sticky stuff on the OUTSIDE, then burst into insane laughter. that's god's way of saying, 'dude, you don't even need to be smokin that mutha fucka.' but of course we smoked it anyway. i've often shunned god's advice. Take that Lord, you're not the boss of me!
Yeah, Friday my friend got a house-sitting gig in Shady Grove & she said she had weed and beer and i should come indulge. how can you say 'no' to an invite like that? we got so fucking stoned that by the time i had to leave and hop the metro back to DC, we were incapable of communicating, even in the simplest terms, the directions to the station, even though it was only a block away. like we couldn't even speak three coherent words in a row to each other. we were reduced to the level of DUMB ANIMALS. so of course i wound up getting hopelessly lost in a parking lot at 2am. after wandering around dazed for an hour i finally gave up and returned to my point of origin, where we then resumed our smoking and drinking activities.
the next morning i was still so drunk and high that i reasoned that the only way to SUSTAIN A CONSISTENT RHYTHM was to resume heavy alcohol consumption, and so began the LIQUID BRUNCH. then my friend took me to the train station and pointed me VERY CAREFULLY to the entrance. upon emerging in Dupont Circle, the drinking resumed. then i passed out at 5pm and didn't wake up until 10am sunday. that's got to be a record of some kind.
so it was a bit of a lost weekend. i think i've done serious damage to my nervous system. and, shit man, i've got so much work to do this week.
Yeah, Friday my friend got a house-sitting gig in Shady Grove & she said she had weed and beer and i should come indulge. how can you say 'no' to an invite like that? we got so fucking stoned that by the time i had to leave and hop the metro back to DC, we were incapable of communicating, even in the simplest terms, the directions to the station, even though it was only a block away. like we couldn't even speak three coherent words in a row to each other. we were reduced to the level of DUMB ANIMALS. so of course i wound up getting hopelessly lost in a parking lot at 2am. after wandering around dazed for an hour i finally gave up and returned to my point of origin, where we then resumed our smoking and drinking activities.
the next morning i was still so drunk and high that i reasoned that the only way to SUSTAIN A CONSISTENT RHYTHM was to resume heavy alcohol consumption, and so began the LIQUID BRUNCH. then my friend took me to the train station and pointed me VERY CAREFULLY to the entrance. upon emerging in Dupont Circle, the drinking resumed. then i passed out at 5pm and didn't wake up until 10am sunday. that's got to be a record of some kind.
so it was a bit of a lost weekend. i think i've done serious damage to my nervous system. and, shit man, i've got so much work to do this week.
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pureblu12225:
I've had a few of those weekends ...but for some reason or other come monday everythings back on track until the next weekend what a cycle it can be ...I guess I just look at it as you only have one life 
jadedcoca:
no...he's not a drug smuggle that i know of. he wants to build hotels down there on his land. that he is buying. and he said that it was warm and stuff.