nice im more of a rollin through cornfields on 22s blastin subs smokin hydro drinkin cognac on ice kinda guy
I don't drink and drive. Lost a great friend to it when I was 14, coulda' been me. I also got in a whole lot of legal trouble, because I was an asshole to the cop, and blew a .083... Sooooo, not for me...
And, down here, you don't wanna' be caught drinking and driving by the sheriff's department. I was told I'd get a waiver on weed, but they don't waive you on booze!
I like a joint on a balcony overlooking the city where I can just watch traffic and all the people run around, its fun to observe the strangeness of society
When we stayed out in LA a few years back, we had this 8th floor overlook room at the down-town Mariott. I got up, cranked those curtains wide open, dug a fat nuggie outta the "baggie" (can a ziplock turkey bag full still be called a baggie?) that we were gifted, and wang floppin' to all of LA I sparked a bowl and got ready to face LA traffic.
We drive out to the scenic overlook and take amazing pictures of the Sandia Crest, and the valley, which is a sprawl of lights. It's great, but I really miss the high desert of the Taos area. Having "a guy" really helps me adjust better, also.