Marijuana and Bob.
Marijuana and Bob were an odd pair. Stupid things would happen sometimes, like the story about Bob calling me the devil and taking him to the ER. Or the time he left Chris' house on Halloween and got beat down by the police.
When it came to weed, RobBob was an equal oppertunity smoker. Not long after I first met him, I ran into him at a party by a lake (I couldnt believe someone else actually picked him up and brought him). He says to me, "Hey Chirs, I got some skunk bud, but not a lot, lets take a walk and smoke some." After walking down the dirt road 30 yards or so we stop, and Bob pulls out a bag and starts packing a bowl. It was dark, I couldnt see, I say, "Bob let me get a whiff of that skunk." He hands me the bag. To my surprise it was nothing but bare stems (For those of you who havent been around marijuana, STEMS AND SEEDS SUCK TO SMOKE.). He was packing his bowl full of stems! I said, "Dude, you said you had some skunk BUD?!". This is nothing but stems." He says, "Yeah, but it's stems from skunk bud, it will get us high." As I walked back to the party, laughing. I could hear Bob's lighter strike behind me.
On another occasion, Bob had been calling me for two days, asking if I would hook him up with a quater bag. I blew him off because, Bob had a tendency to not actually have enough money for the bag. If the bag cost $35 dollars he would have $27.59 or $31.30. So after a few times of that happening I would make sure he had all the money.
Finally, after of 25 messages on my machine, I gave in and got Bob, a big, ol stinky, sticky quater. I brought it to his house, we sat down to smoke some. As were taking the first puffs off the bowl. We decide to go to Circle-K, and get some drinks. For what reason I'll never know, Bob jocks(for the non-druggies, that means to put your stash under your balls)his bag.
We get back from the store, Bob goes into the bathroom to Shakespeare. 10 minutes later he comes walking out. The look on his face said it all. He looked like he just lost is dog. He says, "I flushed my bag."
I said, "What?"
"Yeah, I guess it stuck to my ass, and fell off in the toilet. I flushed as I stood up, and turned just in time to see it go down."
"Dude, tell me your lying." But I knew better, I could read Bob like a cheap comic book.
"No man, its flushed." He looked like he was going to cry.
I know he wasnt lying, he would smoke all his pot with me if it meant keeping me there an extra hour.
Were sitting there looking at the measly half spent bowl we have left. And Bob goes, "I know where the hole to the septic tank is."
"Nah, thats ok man, you can go ahead, but I'm not digging up and smoking septic pot."
Back to Bob smoking it all. He would roll stems and seeds right up with the rest of the pot. You would ask him nicely if you could roll his joint for him. But he would never let you, its like he loved to play with his pot, just not enough to clean it. Joints he rolled would have stems sticking thruogh the paper, and the seeds would make them explode the the 4th of July. Bowls were the worst, he still left the stems and seeds in, but now the bowl is clogged with ashes he would never tap out.
Since he wouldnt let us clean and roll his pot, we would just wait untill he hit and handed us the joint or bowl. Then we would clean and reroll or repack as needed.
I was at RobBob's one night, and an old mutitual school chum stopped by. We will call him Josh, because his name was Josh. Josh had his yonger brother and his younger brothers friend with him. I can not remember thier names, but I do remember the two of them were in the marching band. So we will call them Band Geek and Band Nerd respectivly.
For a few years after high school, Josh would pop up from time to time. To show off his new things. You see Josh was a pretty boy stoner. And he likey the MILFs with money. And they liked his body on which he worked hard on.
This night Josh showed up, he had a new car, and nice clothes. And about 11 different bags of different pot in different amounts. He was sitting in what I think is called a Moon chair. It's low to the floor. And in his trying to show off, he laid each bag down around him, as he was done telling us what it is called and what kind of high it gives you. After his presentation, we all choose which pot to smoke, Josh starts to pick up all the other bags. One is missing. And the only one who was even close enough to Josh to take it, was RobBob.
Josh at first was saying, "Bob if you have it, just give it to me, and I wont do or say anything." Bob denied taking it. I didnt know what to say, Bob was the only one who was even near Josh. But I didnt see him take it either.
Now Josh is getting mad and flexing his muscles. Band Geek and Band Nerd must of smelt his musk, because they started to get jumpy too. It started to get loud and intense. So I stepped in, I say, "Look Josh, I dont know if Bob took it or not. But I am not going to let you guys jump him." And even though Josh had muscles, he knew I had heart, and size advantage.
Josh and the Band Boy's left, Josh told Bob that he lost a friend. I stayed with Bob for several hours to make sure Josh didnt show back up and to see if maybe Bob did take the bag, but he never did whip out any pot. And he never fessed up to taking it. But one of two things happened, Bob took it, or Josh thought he had one extra bag but did not.
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