So I was in the car with my parents and a friend. From the saltiar to home. I was tripping really hard and I couldn’t really speak. I played off being sober so well and I got home and they still believed me. Only until about… 2:30am the next morning did my parents find out. I was on the phone in my own room talking in my inside voice. My mom knocks on my door after I’ve explained the whole trip and what happened that night to another friend on the phone.. and she says, “Nice conversation you were having. What’s this shit you said was better than acid?”
Now I’m in trouble hahaha.
He’s my dad.
Everyone go check his stuff out.
late night photos look so awful
I havent been stonerd in awhile. Stonerd isnt a typeo.
skull sweater = A+
what a wasted night. at least i had this once i finally got home.
Ok so both of my dealers, my primary and back up, are both not responding. and then there’s the guy who owes me a $10 for giving him a ride home. no i didn’t ask him to pay me„ let alone give me free weed. BUT. here’s the problem. I’ve had shitty dull weed for too many weeks and I’m in need of something new. If there are any dealers in the SLC, Sandy or Draper area who can deal today before 5pm, let me know ASAP. If you’re a kind fellow willing to sell up to $20, do also let me know. I have no more valentine plans so I guess I’m free all day. Send me a message or text me. I do have a car so I can go.. somewhat far. I might have to take Trax. Anyone?
i get a call at 4 to pick up some friends. i texted my mom telling her i was leaving and would be home by 5. came home at 6 and snuck in through my window. i cant believe i did it soberly. the risk i tookkkkkk. im home now. this guy is giving me a dime for driving me home. he kept telling me he’d give me something and i didnt want any of it. then he said some cool things and yeah. those two better be safe now.
on my way there i spun out a few times. and on the way back i spun out a few more times. almost hit a car. im upset.
those moments where you have so much anger and you’re upset and someone does something and suddenly its gone. those are the kind people.
i guess i’ll try to sleep now.. haven’t been to sleep yet.
this and some all for $10 hell yes
danny go you
my pipe is named Gjallarhorn.
In Norse mythology, Gjallarhorn (Old Norse “yelling horn” or “the loud sounding horn”) is a mystical horn blown at the onset of Ragnarök associated with the god Heimdallr and the wise being Mímir. Gjallarhorn is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional material, and the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson.