NomadicSky
Well-Known Member
Friday afternoon I stopped by my parents house to feed their dog.
And decided to do what any responsible stoner would do I rolled a fat joint and smoked it.
Getting good and blazed and about half way through this fire I was good and buzzed and thinking about the amazing quality of this bud...or maybe just really high because I haven't smoked all week.
My parents next door neighbor a Pentecostal preacher BTW came busting through the gate and walked right over to me and started yelling at me and then ran off to go call the cops on me for a fucking joint. Claiming that he could "smell" it in his yard.
So I set my pack of papers on fire and ran inside to flush down the joint.
Went back outside sat back down in the same spot and lit up a cig.
The police came to his house I could hear them telling there was nothing they could do about a smell. Did he have any proff?
He told them to go look I was still smoking it.
They walked into his back yard and looked through a hole in the fence and told him not to waste their time again.
So he decided to tell my father.
To my surprise my dad cussed him out for going into our back yard and then said to him and I quote "I don't give a God damned if he was out there shooting heroine we have lived here 22 years how dare you call the police on my son"
He later told me "if you are going to do that go out in the country or cook something with it that smoke travels."
And decided to do what any responsible stoner would do I rolled a fat joint and smoked it.
Getting good and blazed and about half way through this fire I was good and buzzed and thinking about the amazing quality of this bud...or maybe just really high because I haven't smoked all week.
My parents next door neighbor a Pentecostal preacher BTW came busting through the gate and walked right over to me and started yelling at me and then ran off to go call the cops on me for a fucking joint. Claiming that he could "smell" it in his yard.
So I set my pack of papers on fire and ran inside to flush down the joint.
Went back outside sat back down in the same spot and lit up a cig.
The police came to his house I could hear them telling there was nothing they could do about a smell. Did he have any proff?
He told them to go look I was still smoking it.
They walked into his back yard and looked through a hole in the fence and told him not to waste their time again.
So he decided to tell my father.
To my surprise my dad cussed him out for going into our back yard and then said to him and I quote "I don't give a God damned if he was out there shooting heroine we have lived here 22 years how dare you call the police on my son"
He later told me "if you are going to do that go out in the country or cook something with it that smoke travels."
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