I’ve always liked to write. The past years have definitely led me to some crazy experiences, and now that I slowed down a little I thought it’s a good time as any to share one of them.
This story starts in the first semester of my freshman year of college. I had just moved across the ocean to go to University and everything was so new. Ever since graduating, my high school group of friends and I spent the summer doing shit and getting high. I had become quite the stoner and the urge to smoke was definitely packed into the six suitcases of stuff I had on me. I quickly realized my roommates weren’t big fans of weed, so I met a group of people I could chill and smoke with. It also helped that one of those people was a dealer.