eyes hindsight vol 2
disclaimer: because i know that there are going to be people who know me that will read this that do not know about and/or do not approve of my participation in the activity that i will be describing herein (read smoking marijuana), let it be known that this activity is part of my past, and not part of my present. i have no desire any longer to take part in this activity. but i do not regret, and even if you do not approve, i ask that you not regret for me.
disclaimer 2: the second person in this story did not give me permission to tell it (in fact i simply didnt ask), so he will remain extra anonymous. while he may show up in my writings from time to time under a pseudonymn i ascribe to him, regardless of that pseudonymn, in this story he will be "X".
vol. 2 - sweatin'
only once during the fairly short period of time during which i smoked pot did i purchase it. mostly i just mooched off of whoever had it (if anybody did). on this occasion, i only had a bit left of my single purchase, and was about ready to light 'er up. i never owned any sort of smoking "mechanism", if you will, but i had found (somewhere... i seriously have no memory of where i found it) some sort of nut and washer assembly that i decided would make a fantastic bowl piece for a bong (for those who do not know or understand the mechanics of a bong, here is a wikipedia article on it. yea, im kinda surprised they had one too), as it was about 1.5" diameter.
Xs parents were out of town for the weekend. so i was hanging out at his parents place with him.
i knew from talking to others that an empty 20 oz. pop bottle can make a good homemade bong, and a bic pen (with the ink-pen part removed, obviously) makes a good "stern" (according to the wiki article... i never knew what to call it). most would use tin foil as a bowl piece (a "foily"), but thats just downright stupid... really really bad and extra extra unhealthy for your brain (supposedly can lead to early alzheimers)... i always refused to touch a foily... anyway, the pen would fit nicely with my nut/washer assembly. i found the pen, took it apart, hooked it up with the assembly, and was good to go, minus the 20 oz. bottle. so X and i checked his recycling bin, but to no avail. there was, however, a 2 liter sprite bottle in there. so i grabbed it.
it probably would have worked better, had i thought about it harder.
see, (again, refer to the wiki article if necessary) i planned on using a rush hole rather than pulling the pen like a slide. but, knowing how weak the plastic of a 2 liter bottle is, i didnt want to make it too big. i didnt want the plastic to tear, and i didnt want to spill bong water all over myself (nasty).
so, i rigged the whole thing up (like stinkin macgyver), put just enough water in the bottle, X and i went out behind his garage, i put the weed in the assembly, and i let it fly. i held my thumb over the rush, filled the chamber with water-cooled smoke, and released the rush.
and thats when i noticed a problem. apparently the rush wasnt big enough. see, after you open the rush, air should be pulled through it (instead of smoke through the pipe bowl) so that you can clear the chamber of smoke (so just air remains). well, it wasnt clearing. in fact, more and more smoke kept coming in. i had a lungful and couldnt pull anymore (i felt a bit pathetic).
i handed it over to X, and said "see if you can clear this". X tried as hard as i did, but also, to no avail. i shrugged, and we just kept on smoking, never completely clearing the chamber. after around ten minutes or so, when we had both had enough, i dumped the water in the grass, threw the bottle and pen away, held onto the assembly, and we went back inside. we were both really really high.
X had smoked plenty before. probably more times than i had. but apparently he had never been that high... he started to panic. "dude, are you sure that stuffs not laced with pcp or something?"
"yea, ive smoked from this stuff before. theres nothing wrong with it."
"no, theres pcp in there. i know it. there has to be."
i started cracking up. his paranoia was hilarious to me. i dont know why. i told him to just chill, and lets find something to do. he decided he wanted to check his email. his computer was off, so he went to turn it on.
i looked around the room for something to do, and noticed a nintendo system next to the tv. suddenly, super mario brothers seemed like pure ecstacy and heavenly enjoyment for whatever reason. it was as if the NES was glowing with heavenly light shining down on it. i probably would have been wide-eyed, had they not been puffy and at half mast. and red. the tv didnt have a remote, or at least i didnt know where it was, so i turned it on, put on channel 3, popped in the game, hit the power button, grabbed a controller, and sat down.
the system wasnt plugged in. not to the wall, or to the tv. so the tv was on. on channel 3. sweatin to the oldies was on.
i started laughing. still holding the nintendo controller, staring at richard simmons dancing with the fat women, just laughing my ass off. not because that was funny, more because it was funny that i was watching it. and because it was funny that i realized that X was staring at his windows desktop, not doing anything. just staring. and these facts were hilarious.
i stared at the fat people. he stared at windows. i laughed. i laughed hysterically. he told me to shut up. something about pcp. i laughed harder. i wanted to shut off sweatin to the oldies. i was stuck in the chair. not literally stuck, i just couldnt make myself move. so i kept laughing. and held the nintendo controller.
this continued for probably 15 or 20 minutes. at that point X swore out loud, and said something about probably not remembering what he would have read anyway, and shut the computer down. i finally got up and turned off the tv. and laughed. i remembered that because of the size of the assembly i had used as a bowl piece, i used a lot more weed than usual (probably 2 to 3 times as much as a normal pipe or joint would hold). i decided to look at how much ash was in it, just to see just how much we had smoked. i started sifting through the ashes with a pin or something, and quickly realized that only about a quarter of it was still green and unsmoked. we smoked a lot.
again i laughed hysterically, and pointed this out to X. X said something along the lines of "i told you there was pcp on it". i laughed a bit more while he decided to go to bed, and then laughed myself to sleep.
there was no pcp. just a whole lot of pot, and very little wasted smoke. very little. i believe, though, that was the last time X smoked with me.
disclaimer 2: the second person in this story did not give me permission to tell it (in fact i simply didnt ask), so he will remain extra anonymous. while he may show up in my writings from time to time under a pseudonymn i ascribe to him, regardless of that pseudonymn, in this story he will be "X".
vol. 2 - sweatin'
only once during the fairly short period of time during which i smoked pot did i purchase it. mostly i just mooched off of whoever had it (if anybody did). on this occasion, i only had a bit left of my single purchase, and was about ready to light 'er up. i never owned any sort of smoking "mechanism", if you will, but i had found (somewhere... i seriously have no memory of where i found it) some sort of nut and washer assembly that i decided would make a fantastic bowl piece for a bong (for those who do not know or understand the mechanics of a bong, here is a wikipedia article on it. yea, im kinda surprised they had one too), as it was about 1.5" diameter.
Xs parents were out of town for the weekend. so i was hanging out at his parents place with him.
i knew from talking to others that an empty 20 oz. pop bottle can make a good homemade bong, and a bic pen (with the ink-pen part removed, obviously) makes a good "stern" (according to the wiki article... i never knew what to call it). most would use tin foil as a bowl piece (a "foily"), but thats just downright stupid... really really bad and extra extra unhealthy for your brain (supposedly can lead to early alzheimers)... i always refused to touch a foily... anyway, the pen would fit nicely with my nut/washer assembly. i found the pen, took it apart, hooked it up with the assembly, and was good to go, minus the 20 oz. bottle. so X and i checked his recycling bin, but to no avail. there was, however, a 2 liter sprite bottle in there. so i grabbed it.
it probably would have worked better, had i thought about it harder.
see, (again, refer to the wiki article if necessary) i planned on using a rush hole rather than pulling the pen like a slide. but, knowing how weak the plastic of a 2 liter bottle is, i didnt want to make it too big. i didnt want the plastic to tear, and i didnt want to spill bong water all over myself (nasty).
so, i rigged the whole thing up (like stinkin macgyver), put just enough water in the bottle, X and i went out behind his garage, i put the weed in the assembly, and i let it fly. i held my thumb over the rush, filled the chamber with water-cooled smoke, and released the rush.
and thats when i noticed a problem. apparently the rush wasnt big enough. see, after you open the rush, air should be pulled through it (instead of smoke through the pipe bowl) so that you can clear the chamber of smoke (so just air remains). well, it wasnt clearing. in fact, more and more smoke kept coming in. i had a lungful and couldnt pull anymore (i felt a bit pathetic).
i handed it over to X, and said "see if you can clear this". X tried as hard as i did, but also, to no avail. i shrugged, and we just kept on smoking, never completely clearing the chamber. after around ten minutes or so, when we had both had enough, i dumped the water in the grass, threw the bottle and pen away, held onto the assembly, and we went back inside. we were both really really high.
X had smoked plenty before. probably more times than i had. but apparently he had never been that high... he started to panic. "dude, are you sure that stuffs not laced with pcp or something?"
"yea, ive smoked from this stuff before. theres nothing wrong with it."
"no, theres pcp in there. i know it. there has to be."
i started cracking up. his paranoia was hilarious to me. i dont know why. i told him to just chill, and lets find something to do. he decided he wanted to check his email. his computer was off, so he went to turn it on.
i looked around the room for something to do, and noticed a nintendo system next to the tv. suddenly, super mario brothers seemed like pure ecstacy and heavenly enjoyment for whatever reason. it was as if the NES was glowing with heavenly light shining down on it. i probably would have been wide-eyed, had they not been puffy and at half mast. and red. the tv didnt have a remote, or at least i didnt know where it was, so i turned it on, put on channel 3, popped in the game, hit the power button, grabbed a controller, and sat down.
the system wasnt plugged in. not to the wall, or to the tv. so the tv was on. on channel 3. sweatin to the oldies was on.
i started laughing. still holding the nintendo controller, staring at richard simmons dancing with the fat women, just laughing my ass off. not because that was funny, more because it was funny that i was watching it. and because it was funny that i realized that X was staring at his windows desktop, not doing anything. just staring. and these facts were hilarious.
i stared at the fat people. he stared at windows. i laughed. i laughed hysterically. he told me to shut up. something about pcp. i laughed harder. i wanted to shut off sweatin to the oldies. i was stuck in the chair. not literally stuck, i just couldnt make myself move. so i kept laughing. and held the nintendo controller.
this continued for probably 15 or 20 minutes. at that point X swore out loud, and said something about probably not remembering what he would have read anyway, and shut the computer down. i finally got up and turned off the tv. and laughed. i remembered that because of the size of the assembly i had used as a bowl piece, i used a lot more weed than usual (probably 2 to 3 times as much as a normal pipe or joint would hold). i decided to look at how much ash was in it, just to see just how much we had smoked. i started sifting through the ashes with a pin or something, and quickly realized that only about a quarter of it was still green and unsmoked. we smoked a lot.
again i laughed hysterically, and pointed this out to X. X said something along the lines of "i told you there was pcp on it". i laughed a bit more while he decided to go to bed, and then laughed myself to sleep.
there was no pcp. just a whole lot of pot, and very little wasted smoke. very little. i believe, though, that was the last time X smoked with me.
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