erise
Really Really Experienced
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- Sep 3, 2003
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Ok, so now I know four things.
1. The air vent right above my bed leads pretty much directly into my next door neighbor's living room.
2. Up until yesterday, my next door neighbor had a sizeable stash of grade A weed on his livingroom table. I think he sold it. I'll ask the police, but I'm pretty sure they took him away.
3. Our smoke detector is busted and I'd sleep through a fire, but at least the guys in uniforms know what they're doing.
Yesterday night, the neighbor's whole stash caught fire for reasons unknown and a sickly sweet fume of ganja fog and burned plastic bags filled his room, and trickled into our bedroom via the vent. We had a rather rude awakening when firemen kicked our door in and tried to see what caused the smoke that came out of our windows.
The fourth thing that I found out was:
4. Second-hand weed smoke is enough for me to not be able to stand up, speak, think or pretty much do anything but puke my lungs out for five hours. Isn't that stuff supposed to be mellowing? I can't say that I felt very mellow.
We're getting batteries for the fire alarm tomorrow. And hopefully a better neighbor soon.
1. The air vent right above my bed leads pretty much directly into my next door neighbor's living room.
2. Up until yesterday, my next door neighbor had a sizeable stash of grade A weed on his livingroom table. I think he sold it. I'll ask the police, but I'm pretty sure they took him away.
3. Our smoke detector is busted and I'd sleep through a fire, but at least the guys in uniforms know what they're doing.
Yesterday night, the neighbor's whole stash caught fire for reasons unknown and a sickly sweet fume of ganja fog and burned plastic bags filled his room, and trickled into our bedroom via the vent. We had a rather rude awakening when firemen kicked our door in and tried to see what caused the smoke that came out of our windows.
The fourth thing that I found out was:
4. Second-hand weed smoke is enough for me to not be able to stand up, speak, think or pretty much do anything but puke my lungs out for five hours. Isn't that stuff supposed to be mellowing? I can't say that I felt very mellow.
We're getting batteries for the fire alarm tomorrow. And hopefully a better neighbor soon.