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I’m so stoned right now I’m drinking Coors light, I don’t like it, but I’m gonna go with it

Not too long ago, in a galaxy right here that we live in, I hot boxed my car after work while blasting the new sleep album as high as volume on my car stereo would go

@sizzle WOW! . . . your “friend” huh, wink wink lol

I’m a pizza delivery boy who has never smoked (and probably will never smoke) in my life. One night I went on a delivery and when I got to the customer’s house, her and two other people were standing outside and waiting on me. They were very nice and relaxed and invited me inside to give them the food. As I was handing them their food, they said to me, “Too bad we don’t have a blunt with us, we would give you a hit!” I laughed it off and said thank for the tip and went back to my car. I started laughing as soon as I got back on the road.

In April 2000 my friend and I were briefly detained at the Mexican boarder town of Nuevo Laredo for a few stale pot seeds and stems that agent dogs found in our car. The agents presented the evidence and threatened to cavity search us, according to zero-tolerance laws. To their confusion we consented, because we didn’t have anything. I eventually remembered where the seeds and stems had come from – another friend had discarded the incriminating evidence in my car while rolling a joint six months earlier during our drive home from the WTO protests in Seattle. I hadn’t cleaned my car during that six month period. It’s no problem, cops – We aren’t high, we’re just filthy. Well, we didn’t have to drop our drawers and the agents eventually let us go. We drove back to Bama completely sober. Then we got high.

Was in college for study abroad on an overnight train from Vienna to Paris and everyone was asleep except my friend and me and a few other random Europeans. They said do you want to smoke and we said sure so we smoked a joint on the train in the area between two train cars and one of the conductors walked by and just laughed and said carry on.

Long story short: caught with some, detained, released, was given all my stuff back and got away with no consequences.

This is the drug story that doesn’t include any drugs. Me and a few friends, all 17 were heading south from Montreal to go skiing in Vermont. It was snowing the whole way and when we got to the mountain, the mountain road was closed due to road conditions due too much snow. SO we turned around and headed for home. We hit the border going home and got pulled in to be searched as coming back so early from skiing looked suspicious to the border patrol. In searching my friend’s car they found safety razors in the glovebox. Ones he had to do mobile windshield installation but would be very cocaine friendly. At that point the car and personal search got much more intense. I was searched down to my skivvies and was laughing at the border patrol lady as she was taking our sandwiches apart looking for drugs. At one point she with her French accent kept telling us “Just give me the drugs before I get the drugs.” We were all laughing as we kept telling her we had no drugs. Finally it dawns on my buddy and he goes “Wait, you’ll get the dogs. We thought you were saying drugs.” Being 17 year old boys who knew we had no drugs just all started laughing at her. Needless to say, she did not get the dogs nor find any drugs and let us go not long after that. Then we stopped by the pub near home and spent of the tow ticket money on pitchers of beer and laughed about the border guard lady the wole afternoon.

First time I ever saw marijuana was at Christian youth camp.