so last night, Nia and Holly and I had nothin to do so we went to Tobacco Town in Richardson and met this tight Arabian guy named Abdul aka "da beast from da middle east". well he gave us a box of Phillies, yes those FAT ASS BLUNTS, so we decided to get some ish and stuff one of these blunts with an eighth of said ish. we drove all around Dallas bumpin techno while I gutted this massive blunt. then we parked over by Dick's Last Resort and I filled our blunt under a highway overpass. some crackhead homeless guy walked up while we were just chillin in the car and scared us all half to death. anyway, we decided we'd walk around the West End just puffin on this Phillie so we walked away from HOB, and cut across a massive parking lot. all of a sudden we are in a rather large group of people just walkin down the side walk. that was no bueno. so we crossed the street in front of a cow bus that moooed at us. just imagine that for a second. then as we are walkin this black guy passed us and as he got about ten feet behind us he turns and cackles "OOOOOOHH I smell some GREEEEN". we just busted out laughin, but then we got over by Victory Plaza and the American Airlines Center and were surrounded by cops so we just kinda kept our heads down and hit what looked like a fat cigar. we probably walked a good 2 miles before burying the blunt at sea. (Nia dropped it in a puddle) then we stopped at this fountain deal and took some pics before makin it to Dick's. we ate some cheese sticks and shit. the waiter was extraordinarily douche bagish, but that's what's to be expected. when we left we stopped at the two owls in front of Hooters to take more pics. I decided to burn my hat cause it was cold and the hat was pretty lame. so I start this fire then tossed Holly's hat on there and just watched em burn. that was pretty legit. then we got back in the cruiser and made our way back to my house where the shenanigans continued. well that's about it. THE END!

fell asleep super early last night. never posted. only passed on a wake and bake, but then today Jack asked if I wanted to smoke at lunch, then again tonight so that makes it 9 and 9.5. someone asked if it's hard to turn down smoking, and in reality, it isn't. I've been having very lucid dreams that I seem to control. I'll wake up from a nice dream and force myself back to sleep just to continue that dream. it's actually pretty cool.