Hernandez248
Well-Known Member
I live in an "up and coming" part of chicago, and all that means is that the gangs haven't all left yet. I get to wake up to reggaeton blaring from the downstairs around 9am on the weekends.
Their bass is crazy and so one time I don't know what they were watching, but it sounded and felt like chicago was getting bombed, and it went on for 10 minutes, I was so stoned I couldn't figure out what it was, so I opened the window to make sure chicago wasn't getting bombed, but you could hear it so loud outside too, and there were ambulances and fire trucks going by too, I think I finally rolled a joint and said "well fuck, at least if I die, I'll be stoned." I was pretty relieved the next day though when I woke up on the couch covered in bbq sauce surrounded by salt and vinegar chips realizing I wasn't dead. So I rolled a joint in celebration. =)
Their bass is crazy and so one time I don't know what they were watching, but it sounded and felt like chicago was getting bombed, and it went on for 10 minutes, I was so stoned I couldn't figure out what it was, so I opened the window to make sure chicago wasn't getting bombed, but you could hear it so loud outside too, and there were ambulances and fire trucks going by too, I think I finally rolled a joint and said "well fuck, at least if I die, I'll be stoned." I was pretty relieved the next day though when I woke up on the couch covered in bbq sauce surrounded by salt and vinegar chips realizing I wasn't dead. So I rolled a joint in celebration. =)