the most hagard journey to get weed

whats teh most hagard journey you have ever done to get weed? Id have to say mine was a couple months ago when i was fiending real bad and i walked like 4 miles in a ice storm then waited on the beach in front of this dealers house in the 0 degree weather for like 2 hours until he finally got back to his house. All of this and i only bought a gram and got skimped out a bowl pack. o well what are u gunna do.

 

mine was when two of my friends slept over and the plan was we were just gonna smoke the whole night but we didnt have weed but my friends brother was having a party and almost every one there has weed. the only problem was it was likw 3am. so he WALKED like 5-7 miles to his house there and back to pick up an 8th. but it was worth it.

 

the worst one i remember was one night with a friend. we were driving around town, jonesing for bud as usual and we find this random dude that says he can get us some in the next town over. so my buddy decides to take a drive and we end up going to like 5 or 6 of his "boy's" houses. every time he takes forever and is smokin or drinkin inside. we have to give his smelly, sick, Egyptian friend a ride to places and at the very last house, this Egyptian kid comes out and he's like you didn't want that. however, we most certainly did. we had been trying to get bud all night and we never did. we left my town at prolly like 8 and i didn't get home til after 12. shitty night, but makes for a funny story.

 

I had almost the same thing happen to me as Porkstock. me and my friend met this guy and he said he could get us some weed, all we wanted was a dime ($10) and the guy said he needed a ride to get it just up the street, so we gave him a ride it turned out to be like 10 miles, to this apartment building, he gets out and dissapears into the buildings, we wait and wait for like 45 minutes in the car, he finally comes out and has the weed, so we start drivin back and hes like hey pull into this other apartment building (ghetto as fuck) cus he wants to try to sell some weed there, we drive around there for a while but he doesnt sell anything, so we finally get back to his place and hes like jsut wait in the car while he goes inside, and were like, fuck.. so he goes inside, and nevr comes out, we knock on the door and his mom says hes not there! lol, this guy was way older than us and he was like a gangster (but lived with his mom?) and probly had some guns so we just let it go.

 

lol thats beat

 

Alright I will attempt to top the previous stories, but it is nothing too terribly intense. Let me set the scene for you folks.

It is 4p.m. and I have just gotten a ride to my friend's house, allured with the promise of weed. I get there, and of course as always, the lazy son of a bitch is sitting in his la-z-boy on the computer. After about 10 minutes of convincing and the bribe of a thing of nachos, I succeded in moving him. We got to his closet, and there was no weed left in his stash jar...... =( He was sure that he had an ounce a few minutes ago. We later found out after a few hours of searching and about 15 phone calls that his shithole brother had taken it for a Primus concert. So we were left with the disapointing matter of trying to find a dealer without the use of his brother. We called freind after friend and ended up with the name and number of a dude called "Crazy Jay" =/ Enough to make ya just wana fuck it....But we called. He was this speed freak wiggger kid who said he had some "Jamacian Fire right off the plain" which I figured would be hard to smuggle through airport security but had him save it for us anyway. Stranded in suburbia hell, we had to walk an hour and fifteen minutes to reach the local ghetto. We finally found the appartment and it was a fucking EIGTH!!! There was no ounce, but being much younger than the dealer, desperate, and weaponless, we decided to pay for it. We walked back to his neighborhood, dodging cops every turn. When we finally got back, Nick had lost the weed AGAIN!! It was not that it was alot, but it was the second time he has "lost" it and I was so happy about finally scoring some. We found it a twenty minute walk from his house at a corner we sat down at, and figured we would lose it again before reaching our final destination of home, so snuck behind a dumpster and lit up. Mary had never tasted so good to me!!

 

I dont have a really good story but my craziest journey to get weed is me driving up to oklahoma city from here in dallas to get an ounce of northern lights for a good friend.