Story time! Went hiking today. Not a real long one. We hiked a little over an hour into the woods and then turned around and hiked back. It’s hard for an old fat-man to get off the couch...believe that! It’s even harder on an old guy after open heart surgery...especially on LEG DAY! Not a brilliant idea, I know, but nonetheless, who’s going to do it for me? That’s right, nobody! Besides, it’s all about ME!
Anyway, I had a plan. Besides getting some exercise I packed my vaporizer (fully charged) and one of the doob tubes I received for being lucky enough to be selected MOTM. I love those things. They completely mask the smell of weed.
Before we left, I ground up some fresh nugs and filled the doob tube. I usually just fill my Pax3 from the doob tube and it’s quick and easy. It’s also fire safe since I’m not lighting anything. So, I packed everything I would need for our journey. I even took a blanket so we would be comfortable at the halfway point.
I had a great place picked out for the halfway turnaround. A place we could rest—by the creek—with views of beauty all around. Well, when we get there I’m pooped. I picked a nice place for the blanket and was eager to hit my vape. I dug in my pack and found the vaporizer quickly...it was right where I put it. The doob tube—WITH THE FREAKING WEED—was not in its place. Needless to say, I tore my pack apart looking for THE WEED. Nowhere to be found. DOH!!!
When we get home I see the doob tube sitting on the table...right where I left it. “Good boy, stay!”
Moral of the story? You’re never too old to be a stoner.
It was a fun time anyway! Enjoy!
