Madtowntripper said:

I've smoked with quite a few bums and some of them end up pretty strange.  I'm usually sitting out on my porch at night smoking and there are quite a few random bums in my neighborhood walking the streets.  I'll almost always offer 'em a hit if they ask, and they usually do.

Always leads to fun conversations.  Some of them are smart and normal, some of them are scheming and thieving fucks, and some of them are just plain crazy after they get high.

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blewmeanie said:

I smoke with a friend of mine every now an then who is a complete loon. One time I went into my bedroom to get something, and when I came out he was pissed at me for leaving to ride a lawn mower with out him.

Another time, we were sitting in my living room smoking, and my roommate had the thermostat turned way down. Suddenly he has this apifany that they should make a room that would stay cold enough to keep your drinks, and food cold that way it wouldnt go bad.......you mean like a refrigerator?

The guy rarely ever cuts his hair, but he also doesnt let it grow out more than a few inches, and hes 23 but he wears the same clothes hes had since middle school, so he pretty much looks homeless all the time.

Here is a recent note he wrote. I'm not sure why he writes in 3rd person.

Quote:

I woke up at 7am today. I really woke up at 2am, but decided against it. As most days go I had no Idea what to do. So, I did the norm. Lets move to third person. Michael got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans. no under ware or shirt. just jeans and a pair of boots. Cowboy boots. He then made the walk to the bridge. The overpass. Underpass? The interstate is below it. He walked to the cement wall and sat on it. looking down at the speeding trucks and cars listening to that woosh. This is my ocean. The practicalness of it slips away, its intended purpose, who's on it what they're doing. All i see is a driving people. Going nowhere fast, away from here.

Walking down the hill, he looks at his garb. I look like a gay prostitute.

Getting back to the house (Its a apartment overcrowded with broken things, but let him believe) He notices his sister is awake. She gets a gentle poke and a laugh. School work is in order. The paint is mixed and applied, feeling like a task but trying to enjoy. It doesnt come. Amanda walks in the room to watch. Michael quickly paints on a mustache and demands his wine and cheese. They giggle, watch cartoons, and play some games. Michael feels more like an imaginary friend than a person sometimes.

A paper was then in order. And he had to write it but diddnt want to. So he passed the time doing nothing special. thanks for doing that with me

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Here is another one

Quote:

Michael was riding his bike. on the corner of tower and newberry someone threw a big gulp at him. Michael chased after the person until he reached the corner of 34th and newberry. He had the belief that he would slit their tires and beat them within an inch of death, hopefully in front of a loved one. They got away. Michael brushed it off and rode towards the corner of Archer and tower. Along the way he chased a pack of dogs behind the hobby store. oddly enough there is a boat behind the hobby store. now we all know. Michael rode along. He saw red splater on the road. was it a animal. No. Just a bag of twizilers. he rode. He made sure SFCC still existed. He rode to X Mart. To see the lake next to it. At the lake he saw a rabbid dog. He watched for a moment. Then rode away.

I had this dream. I decided i needed to go back to school. They told me at the school that ive already graduated 3 years ago. move on. I saw an ex girl friend there who embraced me for a moment then pushed me away. Some old friends gave slight interest. I got drunk and destroyed much waking up later in the dark. I was suduced by two heavy set girls in their underware. A boy threw a hammer at me. I killed the boy with the hammer and then the girls killed me. At some point i was sued for killing a stray dog that bit me in the hand.

Outline. A man sleeps with another mans wife and daugher. The wife wants the man to kill her husband. Instead the man tells the husband. goes away. then squats in the house next door to watch it all unfold.

anyway have fun. Im still around.

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The crazy bastard is a mad genius, and will probably write an amazing book some day if he ever actually starts writing.

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I just smoked a bowl with that fool yesterday, and he is as crazy and awesome as ever. Here is a recent note from him.

Quote:

I came to the notes section and it felt like the first day of Sixth grade. I remember in one class we had to list 3 things about ourselves, exchange, read them aloud, and then guess who it was. one girl said horses, church, music. it went on like this. Then one kid read "my first name is Michael, my last name is -edit-, My name is Michael -edit-." I wrote that one. I still do this.

Ive been staying up late. Do to the job I had. and when you work nights on you days off you still tend to stay up late. Got some videos

Wondering the streets getting into trouble. My own damn fault. Hog town creek is down the street. theres a bridge over it. one time when i was a boy i threw a rock in it. and a hobo yelled from under the bridge "Im trying to fish, throw me my bag" and I did. In the distant future Andrew and I saved a turtle from the street and returned it to the creek. Then in the near future my brother and I were enjoying our needless danger by dashing across the creek on some slippery rocks. I slipped. My foot emerged a black rainbow. Hog town creek is terribly polluted. As i said theres a bridge over it. for cars.

Im sounding to self involved. but Im the main kid im hanging with. and we hang hard. I took my sister to the park the other day. A family was having an elaborate birthday party. Clowns, moon bounce, ponies. Amanda asked if she could ride the pony. Fuck it, crash the party, your 8. I cant deny the girl a pony ride. "No mandy, you cant ride the pony, but that slide is screaming for you!" that wasnt going to fly. So what if she was the only white kid there.

Anyway, been out of touch. not on the computer. staying off the grid. positive spin. in a way. ill try to hit up the majority of you before i go again.

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blewmeanie said:

blewmeanie said:

I smoke with a friend of mine every now an then who is a complete loon. One time I went into my bedroom to get something, and when I came out he was pissed at me for leaving to ride a lawn mower with out him.

Another time, we were sitting in my living room smoking, and my roommate had the thermostat turned way down. Suddenly he has this apifany that they should make a room that would stay cold enough to keep your drinks, and food cold that way it wouldnt go bad.......you mean like a refrigerator?

The guy rarely ever cuts his hair, but he also doesnt let it grow out more than a few inches, and hes 23 but he wears the same clothes hes had since middle school, so he pretty much looks homeless all the time.

Here is a recent note he wrote. I'm not sure why he writes in 3rd person.

Quote:

I woke up at 7am today. I really woke up at 2am, but decided against it. As most days go I had no Idea what to do. So, I did the norm. Lets move to third person. Michael got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans. no under ware or shirt. just jeans and a pair of boots. Cowboy boots. He then made the walk to the bridge. The overpass. Underpass? The interstate is below it. He walked to the cement wall and sat on it. looking down at the speeding trucks and cars listening to that woosh. This is my ocean. The practicalness of it slips away, its intended purpose, who's on it what they're doing. All i see is a driving people. Going nowhere fast, away from here.

Walking down the hill, he looks at his garb. I look like a gay prostitute.

Getting back to the house (Its a apartment overcrowded with broken things, but let him believe) He notices his sister is awake. She gets a gentle poke and a laugh. School work is in order. The paint is mixed and applied, feeling like a task but trying to enjoy. It doesnt come. Amanda walks in the room to watch. Michael quickly paints on a mustache and demands his wine and cheese. They giggle, watch cartoons, and play some games. Michael feels more like an imaginary friend than a person sometimes.

A paper was then in order. And he had to write it but diddnt want to. So he passed the time doing nothing special. thanks for doing that with me

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Here is another one

Quote:

Michael was riding his bike. on the corner of tower and newberry someone threw a big gulp at him. Michael chased after the person until he reached the corner of 34th and newberry. He had the belief that he would slit their tires and beat them within an inch of death, hopefully in front of a loved one. They got away. Michael brushed it off and rode towards the corner of Archer and tower. Along the way he chased a pack of dogs behind the hobby store. oddly enough there is a boat behind the hobby store. now we all know. Michael rode along. He saw red splater on the road. was it a animal. No. Just a bag of twizilers. he rode. He made sure SFCC still existed. He rode to X Mart. To see the lake next to it. At the lake he saw a rabbid dog. He watched for a moment. Then rode away.

I had this dream. I decided i needed to go back to school. They told me at the school that ive already graduated 3 years ago. move on. I saw an ex girl friend there who embraced me for a moment then pushed me away. Some old friends gave slight interest. I got drunk and destroyed much waking up later in the dark. I was suduced by two heavy set girls in their underware. A boy threw a hammer at me. I killed the boy with the hammer and then the girls killed me. At some point i was sued for killing a stray dog that bit me in the hand.

Outline. A man sleeps with another mans wife and daugher. The wife wants the man to kill her husband. Instead the man tells the husband. goes away. then squats in the house next door to watch it all unfold.

anyway have fun. Im still around.

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The crazy bastard is a mad genius, and will probably write an amazing book some day if he ever actually starts writing.

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I just smoked a bowl with that fool yesterday, and he is as crazy and awesome as ever. Here is a recent note from him.

Quote:

I came to the notes section and it felt like the first day of Sixth grade. I remember in one class we had to list 3 things about ourselves, exchange, read them aloud, and then guess who it was. one girl said horses, church, music. it went on like this. Then one kid read "my first name is Michael, my last name is -edit-, My name is Michael -edit-." I wrote that one. I still do this.

Ive been staying up late. Do to the job I had. and when you work nights on you days off you still tend to stay up late. Got some videos

Wondering the streets getting into trouble. My own damn fault. Hog town creek is down the street. theres a bridge over it. one time when i was a boy i threw a rock in it. and a hobo yelled from under the bridge "Im trying to fish, throw me my bag" and I did. In the distant future Andrew and I saved a turtle from the street and returned it to the creek. Then in the near future my brother and I were enjoying our needless danger by dashing across the creek on some slippery rocks. I slipped. My foot emerged a black rainbow. Hog town creek is terribly polluted. As i said theres a bridge over it. for cars.

Im sounding to self involved. but Im the main kid im hanging with. and we hang hard. I took my sister to the park the other day. A family was having an elaborate birthday party. Clowns, moon bounce, ponies. Amanda asked if she could ride the pony. Fuck it, crash the party, your 8. I cant deny the girl a pony ride. "No mandy, you cant ride the pony, but that slide is screaming for you!" that wasnt going to fly. So what if she was the only white kid there.

Anyway, been out of touch. not on the computer. staying off the grid. positive spin. in a way. ill try to hit up the majority of you before i go again.

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Llamanose said:

I don't know if he's the strangest person, but it was for sure the strangest situation I smoked in.

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Entropymancer said:

Oh, and I've had that same sort of situation (way back in high school) where a friend and I went to see if one of our buddies was home because we'd picked up some herb and knew we could smoke there (we were impatient and didn't want to go the 15 minutes to my house). 

We knock on the door and his mom answers, so we ask if he's home.  She shakes her head and says "You two look like you're lookin' for a place to smoke." We kinda looked at each other and nodded. "Well come on in let me grab the bong".

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