okay, for those of ou that dont know, I love smoking marajuana. and for those of you that dont know anything about that. weed that is worth 20 dollars a gram is good shit.

so anyway, I was repayed a favor with a loo of about 12 bong rips of this weed. now
I live on the side of a big hill. walking to my freinds house is much harder than walking from his house, and walking there usually takes my huge self 15 minutes to huff my way up and 5 minutes back t o my house. I got to his house, he was already started and playing metal gear solid 3 on his ps2 on the internet, I wont fill in the details, cuz I will laugh hard enough to wake my mom, but lets just say "dude fox maulder didn't fucking get him" and "dude fox maulder fucking got him" are my ne catch phrases we proceed to smoke more and more weed untill we cant even follow the screen anymore. I then realize the time and realize its time for the walk home.

now I live directly alligned with my freinds house (lets call him "that nigga MG"- but there is a sharp drop in the hill where an old creek seperates out houses (its actually a famous creek, I live near fort franklin where allot of the revolutionary war in pa happened.)imagine this:
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anyway. one way, I can go directly down the hill, take a short left. and got down a 150 year old sonte staircase that is raggedy hardcore stone stairs of doom, and it goes thru a dark park where I goet a knife pulled on me once:\ or, turn rightgo an extra 5 minutes over, cross a nice, highly lighte bridge that goes over the beutiful creek, but far outof the way, and porbably adds 10 minutes to the trip thru the lighted secion of the park.
my hill is on a slight incline. so tonight I opt for the dark park, even though its 1130 and its not a school night. I'm so high though, and dont even know. time is in slow motion as I contantly stumble don the hill and onto the stairs
I slide on the rail to the first landing and slowly pick my way up the stairs. I get to the park and there is a small family of racoons picking at the garbage near the playground
I watch that for wht seems hours, but according to my cellphone was only a few minutes
. and stairt to make myway uo the slope to my house. someone came out of the bushes and grabs my shoulder, I whip around making a fist when I see its only my oldest freind with his dog jack. we smoke a cigarette which lkicks up my high and I get into my hpouse. out of nowher my mom ambushes me with brownies with peanut butter frosting. which I consume in one fell swoop.

what is the pointof all this you ask? I have so many thoughts in my head as I walk home, I see so many beautiful things outside, as I observe my neighborhood, more imagery I think of, more things I notice about the neighborhood I have spent the past 15 years of my life in, but I can never really get used to. I sit in the room that has been mine since I was 5. I remember all the old configurations all the good times wrestling playing, and puting, hiding from my dad in my toybox, putting the boxsprings on the floot and playing WWF, and I juist reflect. what if fox maulder didnt fucking get that guy? what is meadville? and urban environment or a small town? its strange because we are considered a city, but we are almost as clsoe as you can get to one of those hollywood-type small towns that you see in the movies


bleeb vleed bleep wan-wan-wan-wan-*guitar solo*


haha, this song is awesome. have you ever tried to keep track of a ceiling fan blade with your eye while its on fast?ots a really freak effect.


when I tfirst thought of catalouging this, I had an idea for an amazing sotry, and now I for get it *Waaaa waaaaa wawawawawawawa waaaaa waaaawaaaaawaaaaawaaa (blink blink blink blink) tis song goes on forever.


I was columbothe other night, and Billy connely was the murderer. and playing a orchestal conductor that murders his young aprentice. for those of you don't know connely by name, he is a hallarious scotish actor that also played the father in boondock saints. and he said something that inspired one of my trips to the local used cd store "nothing weeps like a chello" I cant listen to my favorite genre when I am stoned, I need something melodical, that makes musical sense to listen to, and chello quintets are the shit.

thats all I care to type. muwah. my first journal and I am stoned senseless
tuh huh <3