Axelbro
Well-Known Member
yea you have no idea how often i hear that,it amazes me that i still get checked for ID in some places hehe but it keeps my confidence high
but yes i should start this thread over =) heres my story:
"well im bored at the moment and maybe some of you are also,and i think its awsome hearing stories of people and weed with adventure etc! so heres my story
it was the year 1988, i was sitting in my room at the age of 17 sucking back on the pittiful excuse of a joint listening to vinnie vincent invasions "ashes to ashes" with my long hair down to my back side i had no idea what i was going to experience in the next five minutes...
it was probly some old mexican brick weed i was smoking at the time but all i remember is that i was very deeply high..i walked into the kitchen to get myself something to munch on and at the same time looking at the ground trying not to make eye contact with my mom(paranoia) and giggling to myself while making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich..
mmmm this was the best sandwhich in the world but all of a sudden my mouth was a desert! i franticly open the refridgerator to get myself an ice cold cola..ahh crap! its all out! soo me and my cotton mouth walked down to the basement to see if there was any ice cream in the deep freeze ..wait the door is locked..hmm i thought to myself why would it be locked? i "ran" stonedly back into my room paranoid out of my mind that my parents would find out that i was stoned...so i lock my bedroom door and begin making a map how to get from my room to the keys for the basement and into the basement snatch the icecream and dodge my parents and get back to my safe room with the icecream and chill!
so i figured the keys would be in my dads coat so i quietly opened the door peeping my bloodshot eyes out of the door and made my move..running to the keys ! they were there! it took me a good 5 minutes to figure out what key it was,there must have been 15 different keys on this key chain,cliick!!!!!! the door opened and BAM a holy beam of light blinded me as i slowly walked down the narrow basement stairs...it stinked like ganja down here but i figured it was just me..being stoned and all after i could open my eyes properly without squinting i realized that this was my biggest dream! :O i was soo shocked i roamed around the somewhat 50 plants holding them and smelling them in their later part of flowering! i wondered what the hell they were doing here or if i was so stoned i was hallucinating...:O i ran into my room not locking the basement door behind me and lay down on my bed in shock!
about 5 minutes later my dad walks in the room and sits on the end of my tin ingle bed and says
"son..where you down in the basement?"
i replied" yes dad"
my dad being very awkward about the subject trying to sound the best he good said "theres a time in a mans life when he realizes..well nevermind..son i have a passion for the plant marijuana,its not what its portrayed to be in the public eye,its a harmless plant just like a flower"
i interrupted him saying "yea dont worry dad i know,ive smoked pot a few times before"
that conversation ended quickly and i didnt talk to him for a day or two because i felt so awkward about it..but a few nights later i heldped him harvest the plants and dry them...me and my dad have been best friends ever since..
sorry if the story gets messed up abit around some parts im heavily medicated at the moment
please share your guys stories!"
