A few weeks back I decided to get out for a few hours so I went to a club. It wasn't my scene but an outing none the less. I wanted to dance but the music wasn't right and my back was bothering me some so I chilled for a min in the VIP and just watched the women dance (tryna get into it). Still didn't happen. So I went to my car and rolled a swisher of deep chunk X strawberry cough. Walked back toward the club and found a spot on the side (of the club) to sit. I made sure that I wasn't intruding on the couple's (sitting parallel to me) moment alone, they assured me I wasn't. I took a seat trying to give them a little space and privacy and fired up a cool one.I'm out herr smokin, relaxing, enjoying the scenery. U know, people watching. So I'm halfway thru the swisher when this group of chicks sit next to me. Now I had been observing these girls/ladies for a few hours (not this particular group. I mean in general) in the club. So I strike up a conversation with one
"Excuse me, lil mama. Y is it that u girls spend half of the night holding each other's hands dragging each other around the club?"
At that moment she wobbles forward (while sitting) to catch herself and slurred something to her homegirl. Guess that answered my question. So within like 3 mins, a young, college guy stumbles my way between drags and asks "Can I bum a cigarette off u?"
I just sat there and stared at him while smoking. When it was apparent that he didn't get it, I informed him that "I don't do cigs." He responds, "Then what's that?" I responded by blowin smoke into his nasal region. He looks and turns to the chicks next to me and asks them the same question. On his way back to his girl he turns hesitates, turns back around and proceeds to her. I know that look all to well but respected the fact the he didn't ask being that I didn't know him. Now that relief is here, I'm feelin good. Ready to cut 2 rugs with 10 razors, but I didn't want any more of the swisher and didn't wanna carry it around (even tho I had my smell proof tube). So as I'm walking back in taking my last pull, I go over to the college guy whose girl is in a drunken frenzy on the phone (dunno what was wrong but it sounded all bad). I stopped in front of him, looked at her, and told him "it looks like U guys can use this a little more than I right now" handed him the swisher and walked off.
No sooner than I hit the corner did I hear her, say "Dude that smells like some fire bombay!! Thanks man!!!"
I smiled and chucked the duece as I proceeded inside.
I wanted to see if they had cards and exchange numbers, but that's not my get down. It would have been nice to just be able to say thanks for the compliment. This isn't the 1st time this has happened. I had a blunt in my shirt pocket bout to fire up and a guy walking down the street comes up to me sniffing talkin bout "I'm wanna know where that's at."
These kinda situations I find frustrating. That and the fact that almost all the smokers I know have been smoking my shit with me for close to 2 years. I don't think they have a clue. It sucks because I know some of them grow. Some told me and others just leave the wrong shit laying around the house, but I never say anything. Am I trippin' or anyone else feel me? It would be nice to let the world know (or at least it feels like that sometimes).
"Excuse me, lil mama. Y is it that u girls spend half of the night holding each other's hands dragging each other around the club?"
At that moment she wobbles forward (while sitting) to catch herself and slurred something to her homegirl. Guess that answered my question. So within like 3 mins, a young, college guy stumbles my way between drags and asks "Can I bum a cigarette off u?"
I just sat there and stared at him while smoking. When it was apparent that he didn't get it, I informed him that "I don't do cigs." He responds, "Then what's that?" I responded by blowin smoke into his nasal region. He looks and turns to the chicks next to me and asks them the same question. On his way back to his girl he turns hesitates, turns back around and proceeds to her. I know that look all to well but respected the fact the he didn't ask being that I didn't know him. Now that relief is here, I'm feelin good. Ready to cut 2 rugs with 10 razors, but I didn't want any more of the swisher and didn't wanna carry it around (even tho I had my smell proof tube). So as I'm walking back in taking my last pull, I go over to the college guy whose girl is in a drunken frenzy on the phone (dunno what was wrong but it sounded all bad). I stopped in front of him, looked at her, and told him "it looks like U guys can use this a little more than I right now" handed him the swisher and walked off.
No sooner than I hit the corner did I hear her, say "Dude that smells like some fire bombay!! Thanks man!!!"
I smiled and chucked the duece as I proceeded inside.
I wanted to see if they had cards and exchange numbers, but that's not my get down. It would have been nice to just be able to say thanks for the compliment. This isn't the 1st time this has happened. I had a blunt in my shirt pocket bout to fire up and a guy walking down the street comes up to me sniffing talkin bout "I'm wanna know where that's at."
These kinda situations I find frustrating. That and the fact that almost all the smokers I know have been smoking my shit with me for close to 2 years. I don't think they have a clue. It sucks because I know some of them grow. Some told me and others just leave the wrong shit laying around the house, but I never say anything. Am I trippin' or anyone else feel me? It would be nice to let the world know (or at least it feels like that sometimes).
