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Got about two hours of sleep, so bear with me if I ramble.
So it was crazy hot yesterday, right? Temperatures in the 100s. There's not a bit of air conditioning because it's Oregon and it rains all the time here. :eyes: So I have nothing to do but sit in front of the fan and sweat buckets for hours. And I'm trying to go to sleep but it's just too damn hot. It was probably about midnight and my buddy calls me up he was having the same problem sleeping and he was like, "let's go out," and I was like, "aight."
So all four of us go out, but the bar scene is played, yo. So we just end up riding around on our bikes. And my buddy's got some weed, and it's some pretty good looking stuff. He says it's called The Perfect with just the right inflection to let you know it's capitalized. Now every time somebody says "aw, you got to try this shit, this shit is the bomb" I'm usually like, "yeah, whatever." But Oh, My, God. This was some serious shit, yo. We get some stuff down from Mexico and stuff up from Canada; but, this was some fresh homegrown local herb, man. My buddy wasn't playing. This was the dankest ickiest bud grown by mad hippy scientists. This shit was fertilized with the ashes of Ken Kesey himself, you following? One toke and I was baked to that level of stoned where I know all the important secrets of the universe including that conspiracy about the little white "m" on m&m's.
So all we end up doing is riding around early in the morning smoking weed. We were stopping at parks and riding on the swings. Did we take our bikes off some sweet jumps? Yes. All of the automatic sprinklers came on early in the morning which was great since it was still burning up. It was like riding through little clouds of refreshing heaven.
I would have thought there would have been more people, given the heat. But after last call this town was dead. Absolutely dead. You could ride from one end of town and not encounter a soul. We did come across this one guy. He was out watering his lawn in his pajama bottoms and drinking a beer. I'm telling you this guy was a dead-ringer for Carl from Aqua Teen. So we just sort of stop and have a chat with the guy, he can't sleep either. Somebody, maybe it was me, hands him the pipe. This guy tells us he hasn't smoked pot since high school in 1979 and you can tell because he was really sucking it down. Now I've got to remind you. This is the latest high tech, state-of-the-art weed, and this guy just gets blasted, yo. So then his wife comes out, because she can't sleep either and before I know it they get on their tandem and start riding around with of us.
So there we were, three in the clock in the morning riding around on our bikes. Four people in their late twenties and a middle aged couple who were tired of their teenager sneaking off at night and getting high so they decided have some fun for themselves. I don't know who's brilliant idea it was, maybe it was mine, but we ended up riding to a creek just outside of town for some skinny dipping. You know, people don't get to see the stars enough. I know there are those light pollution activists who drive way out of town just to look at stars, but they usually do it sober. That's a shame. The Milky Way is proof that God loves us and wants us to smoke big bowls, yo.
So we get back to town right when the sun was just coming up. We crashed the 7-11 and all got giant slurpees. Then we went our separate ways and went to bed. God, I haven't felt like that since I was a teenager.
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