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These are not my friends

The first time I tripped, I was at a friends house, and I was the only one trippin, but there were a lot of people there (which was not good, because Im not down with anyone that hangs there really) I ate the shrooms, about 2-2.



The first time I tripped, I was at a friends house, and I was the only one trippin, but there were a lot of people there (which was not good, because Im not down with anyone that hangs there really) I ate the shrooms, about 2-2.5 grams in a chocolate at 8, and while I was waiting for the trip to come, I was walkin in and out of his poolhouse, just chillin out, and it hit me outside, so i ran back in laughing my fuckin ass off, and just stared at my friend for a minute, then fell to the floor and laughed some more, and a kid there named DW was there and kept saying i was faking it, which made me laugh even more because i was thinking about how stupid he was and that i was DEFINITELY not faking hahaha... Anyway, i was always goin outside and looking into the pool with my face like 2 inches from it, just watching the patterns, which is a whole different story, and eventually, i went back in the poolhouse to chill. I decided to listen to some Allman Brothers Band in my car, so i went in there, and turned it on, and was eating a bojangles boberry biscuit with my hands (which is not good because theyre messy, but i didnt care) and just moving my face into the faceplate of my cd player, when suddenly RH comes up and bangs on my fuckin window yelling some crazy shit, which freaked me out... Then all these people started asking me if they could buy a bag, and this was LOUD, in front of my friends house, so i was starting to get sketched out...i was sellin bud at the time, and had just gotten a half o, so that was in my cargo pocket with my lighter and some benadryl (in case I had some kind of sketch reaction to the shrooms) and i had my keys in my left pocket, cell phone in the other, regular wallet in my back pocket, and my dealing money in the left cargo pocket... All that pocket explanation may not seem like a big deal, but when i was on shrooms, i couldnt stop thinking about how cool it was that i could carry so many things with me in my pockets. (ill get back to that) Anyway, a group of some people walked up to me to buy a half 8th, DW was really the main one. we were weighing out a sack and it turned out to be like 2.0 grams and i wanted to just sell a straight 1.8 bag, so i started pullin off and DW was like, "just leave it man come on its not a lot", and that just pissed me off because i didnt know him at all at the time and he seemed sketch to me, in the end i gave him like 1.9 or something and they all left to smoke and get some bojangles, so it was me, my friend, and this other kid GC still at his house. We were sitting on my friends couch playing video games and I ended up thinking like mad about how shady i felt being at his house with all those people that I really dont like at all, and said i was going to shit and went to his bathroom and just sat there and was half crying half just thinking and eventually said "fuck it, im only here for the night, Ill never come back agan because theres no reason to hang with these people anymore." When i came out, i stuck my hands in my pockets, and immediately started thinking about how many things i had with me, and how many pockets i had. for some reason, it was just amazing! haha... I went back and sat down on the couch and watched my friend and GC play some very boring golf game. When everyone got back, we just smoked a lot of weed, and someone called their friend over who i didnt know, and they bought a bag from me in the middle of the street (again, sketch) and i ended up smoking up a lot of people and myself, but somehow came out with the same money that i usually did. I went to sleep that night at like 230 and had to be at work the next morn at 7 AM. Not fun...

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