Back in the day there was no way to know what we were smoking.
We did not really care as we would smoke anything that looked like weed.
Most of the time it was good, sometimes it was just ok and rarely it was shit weed.
Some of the best we had brings back a sad memory.
We had just finished a big ol fatty and stopped at a car wash to clean up the car.
While vacuuming we heard a quick sluggish sound and kept on going.
Once back on the road it was time for another.
me: Give me the weed and I'll roll one.
him: I put it on the console right ther
me:
fuck.
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lol, and I still think of them as "The Good Ol Days"