I originally just wanted a couple of beers to relax with & this big (East) Indian dude behind the counter starts fucking with me when I am checking out because I also picked up a High Times & Weed World Mag. It just might just be obvious I'm really stoned.
I should back up - I was in Arkansas yesterday, drove to Kansas City, this morning I caught a flight from KC to St. Louis, and then from there to Seattle where I hop into the shuttle van to get to my hotel (a forced layover but I sparked up as soon as my door closed!).
Walk to the store & here we are.
I'm thinking this traveling shit sucks, I mean I really don't like being around an ass load of people anyway & I've just been rubbing shoulders with several thousand & it will be several more before I get home.
Time to spark again - & then a wake and bake for the last leg(s) of this journey - two flights to go yet.
I should back up - I was in Arkansas yesterday, drove to Kansas City, this morning I caught a flight from KC to St. Louis, and then from there to Seattle where I hop into the shuttle van to get to my hotel (a forced layover but I sparked up as soon as my door closed!).
Walk to the store & here we are.
I'm thinking this traveling shit sucks, I mean I really don't like being around an ass load of people anyway & I've just been rubbing shoulders with several thousand & it will be several more before I get home.
Time to spark again - & then a wake and bake for the last leg(s) of this journey - two flights to go yet.