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JRinke said:As Ive mentioned countless times before, very very very few of my friends actually smoke. The only real good friend of mine who smoked just recently quit. So Im pretty used to being high around other people that are sober. It always pisses me off when my roommate in particular doesnt shut the fuck up about me being high though. Like we'll be sitting in our dorm and I'll be baked. They just sit there and ask me questions like "Whats it feel like to be HIGH", "Shouldnt you have the munchies sinch your HIGH", "I can't believe we just got our asses kicked at Halo 2 by Jrinke even though he's HIGH". And a cop does a patrol through our dorm around 12:00-1:00 at night, he knows that, yet he continues to emphasize the fact that Im high even though every fucking person on the damn hall already knows because he wont shut the hell up.
LONER!!!!!!!
Isolation and Weed = Innovation/Genius.
actually..
it depends...
now you got me thinking... lol.
if i have enough chronic to share... i like to be with friends.
if i dont have much.. i like to stay inside... Jam out.. draw trippy stuff..
make posts on this website.. lol
play video games..
EAT FOOD!
I've read alot about the leeches in this thread & I'll tell you a story of the worst leech I've ever known.
It was 1991 & I lived in a trailer court here in MN, believe me it was a step up from the shack (electric & no water) I had been living in in the woods.
A neighbor of mine Tony was always stopping in, I in turn always made an offer to stone him. About the 4th or 5th visit from him I offered to find him a bag from a local dealer friend of mine, he declined and told me how great the green was he'd be getting soon. This now goes on for 4 or 5 months & he never has his own weed, I'd stoned him up & his wife too about 30 times at least and of course he continues to decline my getting him a bag. When I told him the next time we fried it was his turn PERIOD! he & Pam stopped coming by.
One day as I pull into my driveway a stranger is walking away from my door, I ask what he wants and he says...."Are you Pete?" I said 'yes'.....He asks "Hey man you got any bags?" & I came unglued on him like no tomorrow, I cussed him up and down, called him every derogatory & ethnic slur I could come up with, I threatened him with a pistol I had and he made tracks fast.
I called a friend that knows everything about everything, a native american with 'the nose' for news, Rob. He called me back in five minutes & would neither talk on the telephone he also refused to meet at either of our homes, he insisted we meet at 'the spot' a place we knew & got high at..... I was paranoid at once. We met and this is what he knew to be true......
My neighbors not only were leeches, they were both hard assed alcoholics that had two children. Someone ratted them out for their drinking, neglecting the kids to the local social services office. They were called in and it was found that they offended like this in another county recently & were on borrowed time as far as social services were concerned with the kids!.... So, they decide to swing a deal if they could. They'd turn in their pot dealing neighbor (me) if they could keep the kids. First of all I never dealt pot in MN....EVER! I offered to find him a bag cuz he never had his own....but that ain't dealing! So they tell a story of how much traffic I have in and out of my place all day/all night....they say I always have the best pot & like to share and give it away too. They fucking tell every lie there is to tell about me. The sheriff tells them that with all the info they've given the department that they'll only need to perform one buy from me (usually a narc needs 3 buys to build a case) to get a clean conviction on me.......
The stranger at my door was a narcotics officer. I knew the sheriff & the head narc but not that undercover piece of shit they tried to use on me. Rob told me it was 'Jones' the head narc that was after me.... I called 'Jones' at his office the next day & I read him the fucking riot act! I accused him of intruding into my domain (what a man does in his home routine holds TRUE!) and trying to bust an honest working man (2 jobs I worked) I told him I knew all about Pam & Tony ratting me out, I told him they were both losers that were known to be bad people/parents/liars, etc...... He then asked me how I'd heard all of that....(Jones was denying everything from the undercover cop to knowing Pam & Tony) & I wasn't about to rat Rob and his sources out thats for sure!!! So I told him that Tony came over here crying on my shoulder last night sorry for lying to the cops about me, he needed to get stoned & tell me what he'd done.....
Suddenly there was a silence on the other end of the line that told me I'd hit my fucking mark, the type of silence when you've caught someone with their pants down, they have no answer and are left thinking what to do or say......the type of silence that JONES thought he'd get on me with a cheap buy tactic, fucking fool......yup I had him and he knew it (btw me & Jones are both from NYC & now live in the sticks of northern MN, & he realized NY slick when he tried to match wits with me on this one) so I asked "What do you have to say bout that Jones?" It took him another moment to stammer out a lame "I don't know what you're talking about" but somehow his voice had no conviction in it. We actually parted ways on the telephone that day by agreeing that what a man does in his home is his own business. I'd convinced him that he believed a drunken liar & challenged him to think if he'd ever heard about me dealing before this. Of course he denied trying to run a 'buy' on me & does deny it to this day.
So I made a fool of the cops.....that was easy as I never did sell any weed & I got great revenge on the mother fuckers and their little kiddies...... or does anyone here think I shoulda sacrificed myself for the sake of keeping the family together?..... :smokin3: