potpimp
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Almost every evening I went over to my best friend's house and we would get baked, listen to music and paint (art). One day I had gotten a zip of great pot (either Jamaican or Colombian) and I rolled up two doobs and went to Clay's house. He had a date (very unusual) that night so I got in my van and rode around the countryside and smoked half a doobie by myself. Then I decided I would go to the library. I had really bad cotton mouth so I popped two pieces of grape bubblegum in my mouth.
I got to the library and pulled up to the side of the building, a plain brick wall with no features. I sat there for a few seconds then began wondering "where the hell am I and why did I come here?" Before I had a chance to ponder the question, flashing blue lights appeared a few feet directly behind my van. I fumbled for the doob and a half in my pocket, stuffed it in my mouth - still chewing the grape bubblegum. Two cops came to my window and I rolled it down. They asked to see my license so I pulled out my wallet, struggling like a mofo to swallow the huge mass of gum/weed. Purely out of habit I opened my wallet where I kept my money; the thought came to me "Did he ask me for money?" That didn't sound like something he would do so I thought to myself "Just stay calm and look through your wallet and maybe you will recognize what he asked for." A few seconds later I saw my drivers license and I felt a sigh of relief. I handed it to him and he asked me "Did you know you don't have any tail lights?" I knew I was supposed to be surprised so I faked it, acting all concerned.
Long story short he said I should go straight home and get the lights fixed the next day before dark. I thanked him for letting me know - still chewing on the stinky, reeking wad. As they drove away I spit it out and sat there shaking for a bit then went home. Total buzz-kill but I was the luckiest guy in town that night.
I got to the library and pulled up to the side of the building, a plain brick wall with no features. I sat there for a few seconds then began wondering "where the hell am I and why did I come here?" Before I had a chance to ponder the question, flashing blue lights appeared a few feet directly behind my van. I fumbled for the doob and a half in my pocket, stuffed it in my mouth - still chewing the grape bubblegum. Two cops came to my window and I rolled it down. They asked to see my license so I pulled out my wallet, struggling like a mofo to swallow the huge mass of gum/weed. Purely out of habit I opened my wallet where I kept my money; the thought came to me "Did he ask me for money?" That didn't sound like something he would do so I thought to myself "Just stay calm and look through your wallet and maybe you will recognize what he asked for." A few seconds later I saw my drivers license and I felt a sigh of relief. I handed it to him and he asked me "Did you know you don't have any tail lights?" I knew I was supposed to be surprised so I faked it, acting all concerned.
Long story short he said I should go straight home and get the lights fixed the next day before dark. I thanked him for letting me know - still chewing on the stinky, reeking wad. As they drove away I spit it out and sat there shaking for a bit then went home. Total buzz-kill but I was the luckiest guy in town that night.