- You know, I always wondered "Evelyn, WHY don't you smoke weed?"...well, I got one step closer to my answer last night: Walking into the UV Center, I couldn't help but blurt out "DAMN it smells like WEED in here!" Said "hi" to the dude working the desk, and then before I hit the lounge area, went into "whodoneit" mode. So, we have missthing sleeping on the couch, and a trio of guys playing pool by the door. Stereotypical sense says "These negroes been smokin' something GOOD (or bad) !!!" So naturally, I waltz over their direction to get a whiff of AxeWeed. I got nothin. They looked/smelled normal. Now, I'm pissed because I wanted to be right (like the neighbor who accuses you of stealing her oranges because she "saw you!") I get called back over to the desk and I am informed that missthing has been sleep on that couch for nearly an hour waiting for someone. Aight cool, I say "Call me if she's still here at 8:30" Get called. She's just waking up. She was very polite, slightly embarassed, blatantly high. What got me closer to figuring out why I don't smoke was the fact that this girl and I were roughly the same size and height. When she got up, all her clothes were bunched up and a bad amount of stomach and ass came out. I was embarassed for her. She couldn't find her keys. And when her friend came in she was like "I don't know what happened. Girl, I been sleep here for 2hrs..."
Now, if you smoke, more power and wisdom to you. But damn...wear a Snuggie.
"Fools be havin' them vaccuum lungs..."
-The Luniz
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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