and this is ours. the girl and the boy. this is our story, our weed, and our lives.
smoked a couple bowls of purple power with the boy, can’t wait to watch this color change.
the last of master kush; our favorite smoking spot, spent the whole day here. smoked up a storm. finished the rest of the half of master kush and got started on the half of purple power.
i quit smoking cigarettes but the boy wanted some so we picked up the shermans. he suggested rolling my own since it’d be cheaper but we’ll see. it just seems like i’ll be spending more time worrying about hiding all of that (on top of the weed) than enjoying some cigs.
this baby was smoked yesterday with the boy. my fucked up wrist? yeah not hurting anymore. fucked up back & neck? yeahh, not hurting anymore either. ;)
fuck me, ran out of zigzags. & no time to run to the store. need to pick up some kings later. time to break out the cigs. tap out the tobacco, grind & stuff the weed, rip off the filter, and voila a joint. granted the paper burns too fast but desperate times call for desperate measures. cant wait for my pipe, wasting too much weed smoking these j’s.
roach jar, mostly full of granddaddy but some master kush. cant wait to roll this 2nd generation joint. gonna get fucked up one night.