GANJA TALES
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I was in South Beach on Spring Break in 1999. On my last night there, I met a chick that looked like Jennifer Aniston. She was on spring break too and attended U of Michigan. So I kicked it with her for about 3 hours, then her friends boyfriend came up to me near the end of the night and says "Hey, those girls (Aniston look-alike and her friend) really want to smoke, you know what I mean?" and I was like "Yeah yeah. No sweat." So I proceeded to buy 2 dime bags off of a waiter, then told my buddy to go down the street and get some rolling papers. So we all go back to our hotel room and sit down. The girls were sitting on the bed across from me and were just staring at me. "Why are you staring at me?" I said, and they said "We're waiting on you to start rolling..." and I just busted up laughing, "I've never rolled a joint in my life! I haven't even smoked weed before!" and the sidekick friend then grabs the papers and one of the bags and proceeds to roll up like 3 joints, 2 of which she puts into her purse. So these girls fire it up and begin the 'puff-puff-give'. It comes around to me and I puff like I know what I'm doing and I damn near cough a lung out... anyway, by this time the sun is coming up and Aniston is like "I gotta get going". I tried to convince her to stay and she basically told me to pack up my bags and come stay with her in her rented condo up on N Beach. I was so fucked up and out of my mind at this point (I drank 3 bottles of Merlot that night by myself) I couldn't even think straight. All I could think about was catching my flight out at 1pm that afternoon. So her and her friend catch a cab back to N. Beach and my frined and I are trying to figure out what to do, so we decide to try and catch up with these girls we met several nights before that were from Harvard. We roll over there in a cab to their condo, and they are actually walking out with their luggage to catch a plane back to boston or wherever... So now it's about 8am, my head feels like it's the size of a VW Beetle and we're strolling aimlessly in the streets of S Beach. I wash fishing around in my pocket and found the remaining dime bag. I was so paranoid I dropped it on the ground and kicked it into a storm drain... and that's about it. My one ofo only 2 weed smokin experinces... no chick, nothin in the end. I blame the foggy mind on the weed! Shoulda changed my flight and went to N Beach for another day! Damn greens!