420: The Sequel
April was insane it all starts with April Fools Day. I was working that day so it was the perfect opportuntiy to prank my coworkers. I went and cluttered their janitor closets. Shawn was confused as hell, he came to me with no idea what happened to his clooset and who did it. I tried very hard to keep a straight face when he told me what happened. But in the end with me ruining everyone one’s janitor closet Shawn was affected the most because he ended up being behind schedule trying to clean the mess i made.
The pranks would stop their, Shawn’s birthday was that week and coworkers planted a CPR dummy in his closet for him. When he came back from lunch he had no fuckin idea what was waiting for him. His reaction was priceless. Back at the apartment JT and I weren’t seeing eye to eye it was an issue with me not thoroughly cleaning out a pan. I had used the pan to cook after i finished I washed it and put it in the cabinet then the next thing I know the pan is on the counter top. I remember him saying something about it to his buddy’s. he didn’t know I was in my room. I heard him saying shit about me. He was outside on the grill when I came out of my room. he offered me some food and with me not having much money for food it would’ve been good to eat it but i said ‘no thanks” anyway.i just can’t understand how he’s a grown man and never approached me about that fuckin pan! he offered me food twice and I turned him down twice. The tension between JT and I was thick and the idea of me confronting him just made me exhausted. Just the thought of confronting him on the bullshit that was going on drained me.
I wanna let you know that with me getting paid bi weekly and having my hours cut back in February I had to play catch up with rent. Late fees can be a pain in the ass and after i pay everything I don’t have much left for food so there were times where I had to get a free meal at the Jesus Center right after work. Those meals were good and it kept me thankful and humble. Other than that whatever change I had in my pocket went to buying Top Ramen. Around this time I put up an ad on Craigslist for someone to takeover my lease so I can move to Santa Cruz. MC offered me a job and that was my ticket out. I jumped all over that opportunity. But it was a waiting game and a lot of flakes came way so I just kept my hopes up that so,meone serious would come my way and take my lease.
One day from work I decided to talk it out with JT. i knocked on his door and I asked to talk to him.We sat down in the living room and I brought up certain things that bugged me and we saw eye to eye. I saw things from his perspective and he saw things from my perspective. it was a good talk, we even had a brew during the talk.The next day I had the day off and I went to the Sierra Nevada Brewery. I’ve been trying to visit foer a while so it was the last thing on my list of things to do in Chico. The tour was really cool. I wish I could tell you all thre things I learned from the tour but it sounded like blah blah blah. I just know how to drink beer not make it. Wish i paid attention. But after the tour you get to sample 4 or 5 of their beers. I was in in a group with 4 other people. I felt like a lush because I never swirled the beer in my glass, sniffed the beer, or drunk it slowly. I would get my glass of beer, gulp it, and put the glass on the table. I finihed my beer before everyone in the group and I was feeling pretty good.
April 20th aka 4/20 was funnier than last year. Shawn and his buddy Mick picked me up at my apartment to celebrate 4/20. Mick had a thick hillbilly accent and even looked like one with his ball cap, flip flops, and blue denim baggy jeans. He had hella weed in the backseat of the car which was a Lincoln. Shawn had started lighting some sage as we were driving. Sage is a greyish green leaf that is used to ward of evil spritis and it also smells good. A good substitute for incense for you stoners out there.We hit the store to get munchies and alcohol then we rode up to Magalia up to the mountains so we could smoke in peace, no cops, no neighbors, nothing to bother us. Riding up mountains can be tricky because the road gets more narrow as you venture furthur up. Shawn suggested that Mick blow his horn twice so drivers will be alert for us riding up the mountain as they’re driving down the mountain. We find a great place to park and set up a camp fire. As Mick is finding fire wood Shawn and I blaze up and we throw sticks in the camp fire.zthe little radio we had with us was playing the local rock station and it premiered the new Black Sabbath track “God Is Dead” as the song is playing and Ozzy is singing ‘God is Deaaad” the camp fire turned into an eerie smoke the camp fire Steve and I made just turned into smoke. Then Mick came back with more wood and as he fed the fire i swaer looking into the fire it look like hell. Black Sabbath still got it. They created a creepy song and as it was playing I swear I saw Hell fire and brimstone in the camp fire. I told Shawn to burn more sage.
The weed was being passed and the drinks were flowing. i never been on a mountain so the experience was awesome. I was pretty damn high up there. I remember Mick throwing a white plastic bag into the camp fire and I swear the fire burned it and the white plastic bag turned into a white rose.I was high as hell in order to see something like that but it was beautiful.Then out of nowhere I heard a dirt bike approaching. A guy on dirt bike rode up the hill across from us and it was the coolest thing ever. Alcohol, weed, and free dirt bike show. Pretty cool right? Mick walked over to the guy when he rode down the hill and offered him a toke of his pipe and of course the guy accepted it. Weed was the only thing that would stop him from filming himself riding up a hill. So the sun was starting to set and I had to work the next day so I told Mick that I was ready to head back home. Mick wanted to stay for a while longer but Shawn backed me up so majority rules. We got in the Lincoln and headed down the mountain but Mick keeps telling us that he’s so drunk and wasted. very poo choice of words when you’re trying to drive down a mountain. Mick was a bit of speed demon and honestly, i was scared that we were gonna die. I grabbed the side handle on the door and prayed for to God that we made home safely because its dark as ever, we’re driving down the mountain pretty fast on a narrow road that other people drive on. So either we’re gonna crash into another car or we’re gonna lose control and fall off road and plumet to our death. I’ve never been so scared for my life. Mick was driving like a bat out of hell and telling us he’s pretty fucked up but he’ll get us home. I’m in the back of car feeling tense as hell and Shawn was laughing the whole time up in the passenger seat. He was laughing and making fun of Mick’s hillbilly accent the whole fuckin ride.
The ride home was very intense for me. We were playing Led Zeppellin “Kashmir” while Mick drove at about 40 or 50 miles an hour down a thin ass road. To me this too fast since I’ve never driven with him before. I told Shawn to burn some sage as I continued to pray. Mick got us into town and he wanted to get some munchies since we’re all pretty stoned we hit a gas station. We were pretty baked but I realized how baked and embarrassing we were when we got in line, there was a guy behind us who said under his breathe “oh my God” because we were laughing and joking the entire time.If you ever seen “Half Baked” it was sorta like the beginning of the movie when they smoked for the first time and went to the store to get munchies but the difference is we’ve been smoking for years and we we didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of us.
So Mick stops by my apartment, we got home safely. thank the Lord and for my troubles I guess, mick gave me some bud. I got out of the back of the Lincoln, went in my apartment and blazed up some more before I went to sleep. What a day!
