Short story time. Back when I was fresh out of Nashville Auto Diesel College, I was at a friends' apartment for the night and we sat around getting stoned, drinking, and mainly acting like complete asses. The next morning I wake up and my friend, Robert, is sitting on the short couch rather close to the one I'm sleeping on, holding a pipe and lighter, wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen. After a minute of trying to gather my senses, he's laughing his ass off as I look around extremely confused and feeling really out of it. Finally he stops laughing for a minute, tells me that he's been watching my breathing cycle and blowing smoke through a straw to my nose when I was inhaling. He had been doing this for an hour.
- Mood:
Lazy - Listening to: Lords Of Acid - Rubber Doll (Latex Love Bazaar)
- Reading: House Of Leaves
- Watching: Touch Of Evil