Good Story Man- I'll share a recent similar story, and a series of similar stories that occured within a few short hours, last year:
I recently reconnected with a high school friend...I was biking through a trail by his house to wal mart down the road, and saw him outside his house. I stopped, asked if he wanted to smoke a bowl, and after that he regularly would call me up on random nights to come smoke some hash
When I was working in the oil fields in North Dakota, I took a trip to Vegas on my days off. I got off the rig at 5am after 2 weeks on night shift...drove 2 hours from Williston to Minot, met up with my guy and bought a slice, and hopped on the plane (herb in underwear) around 2pm with the bag stuffed in my underwear (TINY airport, wasn't concerned about dogs or xray machines because I'd flown from there frequently). I arrived in Vegas...went outside to the shuttle terminal, reached in my wallet for $10 to pay the shuttle fare, and the $1000 in fresh bills (5 $100 bills and 10 $50 bills) stuck together, came out and the wind caused the cash to blow everywhere. People all around stepped on the bills and waited as I walked around to collect the money...when I got on the shuttle, I counted it, and it was ALL there
When I got to the hotel, it was St Patty's day (a Saturday, spring 2012)...and I realized I hadn't booked my room until the next night (I got it for $22 a night. but Sat/St Patty's it was $100/night).
So I decided to have them hold my bags until check-in the next afternoon at 3pm and I rolled a joint and hit the strip. I saw a group of kids on one of the overpass-walkways holding a sign "need money for weed"...so I passed the joint, but before long a cop came over (followed by a camera and guy holding a huge microphone on a stick...they were filming "cops" LOL). Anyway- the cop came up to me, asked "what's that" and I said "i don't know" (LOL) as i handed him the roach and he turns to the guy that whipped it at my feet when he saw the cop spot him...and ended up arresting him for "being an asshole" while merely lecturing me about how "that isn't legal in this state."
Then I hit O'Sheas, played poker till 5am and lost $300...met a street dealer/rapper while walking back toward my hotel and we shared some freestyle and written poetry...he said he'd "hook me up if I bought him breakfast"....I sorta rolled my eyes and said ok (figuring it would make me feel better after losing at poker).
2 nights later while walking the strip, I walked by as he was twisting up a blunt and we walked down the strip smoking it and he said "see, i told ya I'd hit you back nigga!" (i'm white, but lol anyway)
OHHHH, IFF YOUUU ONLYY KNEWWW ALL THE LOVEEE THAT I FOUNNNDD. IT'S HAAARD TO KEEEEP MYYY SOUUUULL ON THE GROUUUNDD
