Oh man my mind is crazy...

alright, i got extremly high today with acouple of my friends, and i got so triped out...we were up on this street just passing around the bowl, and i see this woman walk by, and i tell them to put the bowl down, but they dont hear me and the lady sees us, and i totally trip out...

my 2 friends were jibber jabbering back and fourth and i was just completly paranoid as fuck about "what if i know that woman, is she the neighbor my mom is friends with?!?!?". I have a million thoughts run through my mind, and i feel like im completly whacked out...and as i get a ride home and i walk up to the front door, the door is locked, and im like

"oh shit, i gotta talk to my mom?!?!? she will obviously konw, im fucked, im soooo fucked, oh god...". Completly boligerant she opens the door, and says "hello, how are you?"

and i say "fine"

and that was it...it was just so crazy that i got so freaked out over nothing...i dunno, perhaps just the people i was haning out with freaked me out to much...cause that hasn't happened in a long time...so freaked out, but then when i got home i came downstairs just laughing at how completly over the top i took that...making bad thoughts of a nothing situations...god im so high

 

haha yeah i do that too. whenever i have to go home high i start getting all paranoid thinking my parents will know, the funny thing is my dad is like head of the anti drug program for the nfl so i always think he is watching me for signs of drug use or something! crazy stuff!!

 

Your mind is a powerful thing, it can think so many different things at once, you should learn how to quiet it. I remember tho, the paranoia i used to get (now i just smoke in my room, fuck it, let my parents knock on my door...) but yea, what fucks you up is that you try to assume something that hasnt even happened yet, when you should just calm the fuck down enjoy your high and worry about your mom when its time to worry about her.... thats my opinion of course.

 

I'm always the one that isn't freaked out enough

 

ha, thats hilarious. Do you hear crap about Ricky Williams and that whole thing? It's like that movie where I think Charlie Sheen is the head of the DEA and his daughter is addicted to crack or something...Traffic, thats it.

 

With marijuana, I do not get paranoid or worried about if my parents know im high or knew i got high the night before. And when im high and come home I just say Hi mom, and talk to her for a few seconds and go in my room. I can usually stay cool as long as i have my eyedrops. On other drugs I do get paranoid alot though.

 

lmao yeah my dad was basically the one who got rid of him, but hes letting him return next season...i tried bringing it up at thanksgiving, but most of my family started making fun of ricky, so i just kinda left (they call themselves liberal...) i definitely think if it doesnt affect his performance, who cares?

 

man...damn......

my almost gettin caguth happened one night when i lived in VA last year and it was summer and we all snuck out of our respective houses and we met upa t this dark forest path between my neighborhood and my frieds' and we were riding up to 7-11 to get munchies before we burned and right when we got to 7-11 on the main road a fuckin sherriff drvies by. it was like 2 in the am and we were out. we didnt know if he saw us but we took off on our bikes anways and as we road down my friends' street we split into 2 and 3. the two got away cuz they hid in some bushes. me and 2 others went into someones backyard to try and take a shortcut and it was blocked by this big ass fence and we had bikes. i was a scrawny guy then and so i couldnt do what my friend did which is chuck his bike over the huge fence and climb over. me and my other friend got run up on by one cop and so we were pushin our bikes back towards the road and i remembered i had a gram and my bowl hidden in a cig pack in my pocket. so i quickly ditch my cigs weed and bowl int he guys yard when the cop wasnt lookin. well me and my friend got our names taken a official warning about curfew 3 pages of curfew rules and our parents called to come get us from that street. man it was close. a friend found the cig packs and returned them to me so i let him have the gram cuz i was happy to have my piece back....yeah mr big baller back then just gave away weed.....