|If the M&M guys are doing it, why aren't you?|
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Blue dream. I remember it through a hazy memory. Steven invited me James, and Brian into his Honda with leather interior. He had a blue steering wheel. I pull out my money and we exchange goods. A twenty sack from this guy was always good. He packed a bowl and we passed it around after our hits. My heart was racing. I had a grin on my face. My friends in the back were quiet, but Steven and I had talks about the strain. I had never smoked it before. I felt a high that I hadn't felt before. It was most enjoyable. My head felt like a pillow, and my body felt relaxed. Now I know what it feels like to be an angel. Good thing I was flying high. Just one of my other stories. Follow me and I'll fill your pretty little minds with beautiful pictures, and stories of weed.
|Bodily Effects of Cannabis|
I'm sitting here in a plastic chair listening to Lil Wayne. My watch ticks away the seconds. I'm an eighteen year old ginger Californian. I come from a middle class family. I like drugs. I'll say that much in my first real post. I'd rather get fucked up than go to church. I love all kinds of drugs. Depressants, stimulants, cannabinoids, amphetamines, anything that gets me to a rush and above. I'd rather live life rushing through it on drugs, than trying to be a perfect little person. There's no fun in just not doing drugs. I seriously recommend them if your life is boring. Get some Mary Jane and light up, because we're in for a long ride.
|Grand Daddy Purp|