Background: My mother started pee testing me about 2/3 into summer vacation. She does it very rarely so I am sometimes able to smoke in between tests. Recently she stopped for about 2 months so I have been smoking a lot figuring she's given up. My tolerance is fairly low now and smoking good buds gets me goin good. Also, I am very unfamiliar with the city. I have lived in this same area my entire life but have never taken much time to explore the interesting world around me until fairly recently.
Ok then...
Today I went to Haight Street in San Francisco. I picked up my 2 girl friends and we took the train together after meeting up with one of their friends. One of these girls (B) I am pretty sure is the first girl I have actually loved. She does not feel the same way but it hasn't stopped me. The other (L) is just a good friend to the both of us who smokes a fair amount of weed as well. They were going to purchase a new bong (thxgiving sales!). After taking muni to Haight we just walked around, enjoyed some food, then checked out the smoke shops. After picking out their new bong, we walked to Hippie Hill to break it in. (Keep in mind I had gotten a little stoned before I even came to pick them up.) We begin walking up the hill on the path with no destination in mind. We see a path that leads up into some trees that was questionable to take. B-'Let's go on that path' Me-'Why where does it lead, where will it take us' B- 'It doesn't matter, just keep following it.' We shared a smile. Instantly, in the half-baked state i was in I connected this following of the path with my feelings for this girl. I have seen no end, she hasn't shown anything back, but I'm still after her. I'm still following. I felt like we both thought of that double meaning, but I was probably just high.
We then proceeded to smoke sitting on a log behind some bushes. The new bong worked great and we were super baked off three bowls of some chron that i had brought. For about 2 hours we just sat there in the trees, discussing life and making dumb stoner remarks. L kept saying something about "I think we're in a national park", which we all had a good laugh about for some reason. We named the bong Yosemite.
I found a new appreciation for the world I live in. I know this isn't really a trip, but I feel like these moments had huge impacts on the way I look at things. Kind of just needed to write it out.
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