nughugger420
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this is chapter one:good morning
the boy opens his eyes.he stairs threw the lava lamp,the yellow gew drifting from top to bottom,to the windo across from him as he lays in his warm fluffy bed.snow fell slowly to the ground,glistening in the moon light.he yawns and looks at his clock, 3:10.he then reaches behind the colck grabing a sandwhich bag full of hair covered buds.the bag labled for a rainy day.he reachs under his bed and pulls out a blueberry blunt.he cracks the blunt and perpairs it then lays it near the only light sorce in the room, the greenish lava lamp on the night stand next to his bed."its not rain..." he says in the dimly lighted room grabing a palm full off the nuggets"... but snow will have to do"he lays the buds on the blunt rap,now a hill of red shake is the only thing he can see in the light.he rowls the fatty up places it in his mouth and yawns a second time as he lights the blunt.a silents flows threw the room as the tip of the blunt glow red.*cough cough* hmmm good shyt. he sits up in his bed and flicks the tv on.as theshow "I LOVE LUCY" fades into picture he reachs under his bed once more this time bringing out a carten of chocolate dounuts and a blue thurmas and lays them beside him.he hums to him self as he leans forward and opens the droar in the night stand.i blue glass bong lays there acompanied by a bottle of moutain water.he takes the supplies and lays them beside him next to the thurmas.he finishs the blunt in a hurry and places the roach behind his alarm clock now reading 3:35.he picks the bong up gently along with the bottle of water."i love being high" he proclaims as he pours just the right amount of water into the glass bong."finaly"he picks the bag off his lap and pack the hitter peice fat as shyt.he smiles as the man lights his bowl.the bubbleing sound travles threw the empty house. as he walks to the bathroom hitting it.he stands infront of the tolet and leans over to look into the mirror.the bong now milky and yellow made his smile that much bigger.he sets it down and places his hand over the tube as he finally takes the first piss of the day.oh yes.after words he releases his hand and hits it.he holds in it then coughs.he smiles into the mirror as the words "im so stoned" is muttered as he leaves the bathroom. he lays back into his bed.he sets the bong down,and stashes the weed away.he grabs a donut and takes a sip outa the thurmas.hot co co.sometime in the middle of his meal he drifts off into a peaceful slumbur.he awaks to a info-murshal(sp) he looks at his alarm clock. 4:19. oh how luck he says as he leans to the oppsite side of the bed parralel to the bong and opens the droor.he pulls out a sandwich bag completely filled with joints.he takes one out."why not?"he says as he reaches back into the bag pulling out a handful. he lights one as the clock turns to 4:20. he carefully puts the rest of the joints into his pockets as he gets up to have a early break fast
the boy opens his eyes.he stairs threw the lava lamp,the yellow gew drifting from top to bottom,to the windo across from him as he lays in his warm fluffy bed.snow fell slowly to the ground,glistening in the moon light.he yawns and looks at his clock, 3:10.he then reaches behind the colck grabing a sandwhich bag full of hair covered buds.the bag labled for a rainy day.he reachs under his bed and pulls out a blueberry blunt.he cracks the blunt and perpairs it then lays it near the only light sorce in the room, the greenish lava lamp on the night stand next to his bed."its not rain..." he says in the dimly lighted room grabing a palm full off the nuggets"... but snow will have to do"he lays the buds on the blunt rap,now a hill of red shake is the only thing he can see in the light.he rowls the fatty up places it in his mouth and yawns a second time as he lights the blunt.a silents flows threw the room as the tip of the blunt glow red.*cough cough* hmmm good shyt. he sits up in his bed and flicks the tv on.as theshow "I LOVE LUCY" fades into picture he reachs under his bed once more this time bringing out a carten of chocolate dounuts and a blue thurmas and lays them beside him.he hums to him self as he leans forward and opens the droar in the night stand.i blue glass bong lays there acompanied by a bottle of moutain water.he takes the supplies and lays them beside him next to the thurmas.he finishs the blunt in a hurry and places the roach behind his alarm clock now reading 3:35.he picks the bong up gently along with the bottle of water."i love being high" he proclaims as he pours just the right amount of water into the glass bong."finaly"he picks the bag off his lap and pack the hitter peice fat as shyt.he smiles as the man lights his bowl.the bubbleing sound travles threw the empty house. as he walks to the bathroom hitting it.he stands infront of the tolet and leans over to look into the mirror.the bong now milky and yellow made his smile that much bigger.he sets it down and places his hand over the tube as he finally takes the first piss of the day.oh yes.after words he releases his hand and hits it.he holds in it then coughs.he smiles into the mirror as the words "im so stoned" is muttered as he leaves the bathroom. he lays back into his bed.he sets the bong down,and stashes the weed away.he grabs a donut and takes a sip outa the thurmas.hot co co.sometime in the middle of his meal he drifts off into a peaceful slumbur.he awaks to a info-murshal(sp) he looks at his alarm clock. 4:19. oh how luck he says as he leans to the oppsite side of the bed parralel to the bong and opens the droor.he pulls out a sandwich bag completely filled with joints.he takes one out."why not?"he says as he reaches back into the bag pulling out a handful. he lights one as the clock turns to 4:20. he carefully puts the rest of the joints into his pockets as he gets up to have a early break fast
