A story

My wife and I were exploring around in 2000. Was around big hole and ran into a guy and his buddy hanging out. Outside of what could be called the main event. Anyway. We got to talking and stuff. Herb was brought up. He wanted (reasons unknown) to trade me. I told him I only had like an ounce of Mexican brick on me. He had a snow ball sized lump of hash. He said he was out of salad and ripped me off a big marble sized piece. His buddies eyes got big, my eyes got big, he assured his friend that sharing it was why he brought it. Wow... Then I tried to tell him that was way too much for what this flower was worth, but he insisted. Man, that lump lasted me all the way west and then down the coast (replenished in s.f. thank you sister with the cherry bomb) and I finished it under the stars in Joshua tree. Magic. He gave me his number, but I lost it. Sorry, brother. I wish we could have ran into each other in s.f.
I'm having ramblin fever. Sleeping with the window open and a fire out front only gets so far.
Bonus story for sticking with me.
Camping out west side of the land of enchantment. And an arrow shoots out of the woods and asks if anyone wants some of this before he goes? Then holds up a gallon sized plastic parcel of perforated paper. I had to stay neutral, so I gave a fungal infection. Watch out for wildlife kids.