When people expect me to keep tabs on they’re fucking love life. Like i’m some kind of diary.
So at the beginning of the summer I posted a picture of my new 7mm honey comb perc Cheech bong. Every now and then I get a burst of notifications of people reblogging that picture. And almost every time i laugh because of what happened only three weeks after that picture was taken. I was arrested and the cop, a 40 something man who goes by (i shit you not) Officer Jimmy, tried to make me smash it. I picked up my beloved graduation present and set it down in the garbage barrel that i had previously spray painted a marijuana leaf on. Obviously not amused the cop struggled to get it back out, seeing as the barrel was more than half his size, it looked fucking hilarious so, being high i started to laugh. Once he got it out he then smashed it on the fence, multiple times. I can still hear it shattering. The bong is gone yet it still has 103 notes. Every time i see it it makes me laugh ‘cause of that stupid cop named officer jimmy & the ridiculous couple of weeks that followed afterwards.
oh girl, this boat is sinking
there’s no sea left for me
and how the sky gets heavy
when you are underneath it
oh i want to sail away from here
“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”
― Hunter S. Thompson