It’s also legal to grow weed in some areas of California. And also, In a town in Colorado, you can have a certain amount on you and just get a tiny fine. So slimjayz is right, it all just depends on where the people are from.
I was off to Europe this summer and took an Ambien before getting on the plane, figuring an 8 hour flight would work perfect for waking up and being ready to rock.
Because of the cabin pressurization I ended up getting SUPER fucked up, then passing out. I passed out about an hour into the flight and woke up about 11 hours after that in an ER.
When I got back home I went through my text messages and found a draft I’d somehow tried sending a girl. It was that bad. I either told her I loved her, or that I wanted to make her a bacon sandwich. I’m not really sure.
@ Anna, I’m going to have to disagree. Pot= SRC very happy. Acid= SRC’s worst fecking experience ever. EVER. I had to kick my best friends boyfriend out of my house because the mere sound of his voice made me envision ripping his head literally off of his shoulders, straight scary. Obviously I can’t handle my brain bleeding.
@SomeRandomChick, I’ve been close to there. Had one time where, for some ungodly reason, the only cd we could get to play was Sublime’s self-titled. Love Sublime! But after 8 hours of it on a headfull of acid? Not so much. Acid has led to some AMAZING nights though.
One time we lost a fun guy on fungi. He just disappeared. Turns out he had convinced himself that the cops were after him, that an undercover had just showed up. He ran about a mile from the house, stole a truck, drove an hour to Savannah, ditched the truck, snagged some clothes from a laundromat, ditched his original clothes, and, yeah…he wasn’t so fun any more. Turns out he was actually running from his own latent bisexuality, but that’s a whole ‘nother saga.