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[Feenix]

Ok so growing up my mom lived in Colorado and my dad in Missouri. I would have to visit every year and by doing such I would take the gray hound bus. As I got older I would see people going behind the gas stations at stops. I had asked my mom what they was doing and my mom told me they was smoking weed. I was like 13 at the time. So I thought to myself I will just follow and ask to join if they said no I would just remind them that I knew what they was doing. Wich never came up and i got so high at those stops. I met some interesting people. But that's not my stoned smoke report Noooooo. With that being said. At major bus stops like the Kansas city stops it can be scary high and holding. One of my first times being high and riding the bus. I got scared and hid my pipe and my weed from Colorado in a brick wall. About 5 years later i got kicked out of a job corps in Kansas city. No weed down and out. I remembered i hid that weed. I ran over grabbed it and went down the alley and SMOKED. I was so happy i was like fuck em. That weed straight saved my life. Amazing.

Remembering the joy of finding a lost bud in the driest of times, i can understand yours being a cosmic event. We get what we need. Good story.

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[pop22]

I had a friend I met at a party. He was a crazy dude beyond a doubt! And a confirmed pot head ( or I wouldn't have hung out with him...lol ). He later became a DJ and went by The Flyer. Well, Flyer and I had a few adventures over the years. Then I didn't see him for about 5 years. I caught up with him at one of his DJ gigs and he invited me to his house the next Friday.
My best friend and I hopped in the car and went to see F and to score some weed from him. We got to his house and F had a few friends there, partying in the livingroom.
F led us into the kitchen because he wanted us to sample some new weed he had mostly for his own stash, some stuff he call Thai Stick............
We must have smoked three joints of it between the three of us!
Then, he took us on a tour of the house and what I saw gave to the worst paranoia I've ever had! You see, the 3 bedroom house was packed, floor to ceiling with.......

BALES of weed! I'm talking tons of the stuff! The place was a fire hazard at the least! I was SO stoned all I could imagine was being in that house when it was stormed by hundreds of cops and FBI...............
So we got our stash from F and hit the road............ also not A GOOD IDEA........... You see, we had to drive on the interstate to get home. So what? Well I was so stoned I was driving like 20 MPH in a 65 MPH zone............

That was the last time I ever saw F, often wonder what became of him.