Had a buddy back when I was a big pothead, he was always down to push it. He’d call me up, I’d be with a third friend, and he’d be like “Go get three blunt wraps and meet me wherever,” and so we’d just do it, and we’d meet him, and he’d be like “I got three different strains, we’re going to smoke all three of these blunts.” My friend and I would put up the fight, it was customary, but our buddy would say “What’s going to happen to you?” And that was always where the fight would leave us, and we’d acquiesce and a smoke three blunts, and we’d get super high and sit in the front bench seat of his Toyota Avalon listening to Ratatat.
I no longer smoke (or use marijuana at all), but I have many fond memories of my smoking days.
Hit my quota, I guess. Started bugging me out too often, even small amounts. It’s funny because I talked to my dad about it back in the day and he said the same thing happened to him, smoked a lot as a kid, and then it would just make him paranoid, so I guess it runs in the family.
That actually sounds like a pretty awesome time. I had not heard of Ratatat until I came across their collabs with the rapper Despot, which you should definitely check out if you haven’t already. Their sound is excellent for when you’re super baked.
Actually, if you’re two or three deep and nothing is happening after a long enough time, you might be genetically deficient and unable to metabolize the good stuff.
That’s just propaganda from ppl who don’t want you to have a good time.
Go on, you can has a little second dose, as s treat.
Had a buddy back when I was a big pothead, he was always down to push it. He’d call me up, I’d be with a third friend, and he’d be like “Go get three blunt wraps and meet me wherever,” and so we’d just do it, and we’d meet him, and he’d be like “I got three different strains, we’re going to smoke all three of these blunts.” My friend and I would put up the fight, it was customary, but our buddy would say “What’s going to happen to you?” And that was always where the fight would leave us, and we’d acquiesce and a smoke three blunts, and we’d get super high and sit in the front bench seat of his Toyota Avalon listening to Ratatat.
I no longer smoke (or use marijuana at all), but I have many fond memories of my smoking days.
Why’d you stop ?
Hit my quota, I guess. Started bugging me out too often, even small amounts. It’s funny because I talked to my dad about it back in the day and he said the same thing happened to him, smoked a lot as a kid, and then it would just make him paranoid, so I guess it runs in the family.
That actually sounds like a pretty awesome time. I had not heard of Ratatat until I came across their collabs with the rapper Despot, which you should definitely check out if you haven’t already. Their sound is excellent for when you’re super baked.
You know, I’m not super into rap, but I liked that, appreciate you sharing. I listened to Look Alive.
House of Bricks is another good one with a Ratatat beat.
If you don’t feel the second dose kick in right away you should probably take a third dose. Surely you won’t regret taking a third dose.
The fist two didn’t work tho so don’t just keep repeating the same thing - it’s obv a dosage issue & the third one should be at least double.
Actually, if you’re two or three deep and nothing is happening after a long enough time, you might be genetically deficient and unable to metabolize the good stuff.
Scumbag genetic lottery cursed me not only with depresso, but with anti-anti-depresso too! :‘’'(