Blackout™
06-11-2006, 02:54 PM
Going into Saturday, I had gone one month and 3 days without smoking marijuana (prior to this ironman-like streak I had been smoking twice a day). Then I went up to the sticks with my friend to meet her cousin, brother and a friend who they call Fetus. They weren't typical slack-jawed rednecks (to my surprise), and were actually rather cool. We went to this dealers house, and there lived a family of rednecks who had just gone out and gotten a pet racoon.
I was blitzed out of my mind, so I didn't really mind it when it crawled over me (as long as it didn't bite me). They already had a pet dog, a friendly one, that seemed to get along with the racoon. I guess the racoon already had rabies shots and all of that, and its not as if they got it out of the woods or anything, but needless to say I was rather creeped out.
After yesterday I've decided I will never move to the sticks ever.
I was blitzed out of my mind, so I didn't really mind it when it crawled over me (as long as it didn't bite me). They already had a pet dog, a friendly one, that seemed to get along with the racoon. I guess the racoon already had rabies shots and all of that, and its not as if they got it out of the woods or anything, but needless to say I was rather creeped out.
After yesterday I've decided I will never move to the sticks ever.