I was driving, bored, hate driving. Bored of my CDs, pushing "seek" on my radio. I stopped at "Friends in Low Places" for sentimental memory reasons, as I was turning right onto 66th. The sun was setting perfectly pink and a family on bikes was not in my way, for once. I glanced to the left and saw a mama horse and her baby running across a pasture and I realized this might be the only perfect moment that I have today.

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I smoked a bowl or two with my brother and his friends, in MY old bowl that I bought in probably 1999, and things were good until someone mentioned macaroni and cheese. We made 3 boxes and it still wasn't enough.
I had the urge to be outside immediately, to smoke my Camel light and try to see the stars. I talked them into going out to the patio. We put old couch cushions on our wooden swing and it was instant amazing comfortable. Best idea of the night. I also found an Adventure Spoon in a box of Frosted Flakes. It lit up red and that is indeed how I ate my mac-n-cheese.
It is fun being 9-10 years older than the people you are partying with. They pretty much worship me and I tell them crazy stories of my youth. I am the old wise one. Then I tell them to stick to the ganj because everything else will blow up in your face someday and make you want to jump out of tall buildings and stuff.
I also consumed a Nutty Buddy (is that what they're called?), some chicken primavera Voila, multiple handfuls of frozen grapes, and raspberry yogurt with granola. I would dedicate myself back to smoking, but the munchies ruin my world.
Then I watched Strange Wilderness and I thought it was horrible. Was it?