Friday, May 30, 2008
My favourite weed story
One Sunday afternoon, my brother and I were watching some NFL football. Come half-time, we thought we would get blazed to watch the second half. We had scored a half ounce of some killer fucking hydro bud, and decided we would light it up in "The Tent".
The Tent was a small, dome-like, 2 man tent that would seat the two of us and give us enough room to hookah, bong, or whatever in there. For those not in the know, you would trap in the exhaled smoke and make a "hot box", where you are basically breathing hits of mary jane the whole time you are in it.
So, we blazed a big fatty bowl in our favourite bong, meditated for a while, waxed philosophical about metaphysics, and shit like that. Basically, blah, blah, blah stoned talk for what seemed like hours.
Eventually, it got kind of hot sitting in that tent, so I said, "Well, let's get out and see if anything is on tv?"
The fun thing about opening The Tent was watching all of the steamy smoke billow out and rise into the ceiling in patterns. This one was particularly frothy, and made big clouds in the basement where The Tent was situated.
So, we walk across the room and turn on the tv in the basement, it had been on the same channel we were watching upstairs. The game just got back from half time! WTF??? :D