Somebody around here prefers the sticky icky

I labor 3rd Shift at the plant, so I do not have a lot of interaction with my neighbors.

I only see them a couple of times each week.

I had a couple of afternoons off labor in a row, followed by a couple of afternoons of trip. By the seventh afternoon, I was sleeping at night plus staying awake all afternoon. I got up honestly early one afternoon so I could smoke a bowl outside on the porch before anyone else woke up. I rolled a fat marijuana joint with a strain called Blue Dream. The sativa strain is absolutely one of my favorites, due to the relaxing plus calming benefits. This strain makes myself and others assume energetic plus busy, wow removing most of the anxiety that I assume everyday. I lit up the Blue Dream marijuana joint plus I heard someone make a coughing sound. I tried not to let the smoke travel too far, but eventually I heard the person cough again. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I hastily put the marijuana cigarette out in a bowl next to me. I tried to go into my house before my friend made it to my door, although I was unsuccessful. The friend was aged enough to be my dad. He was an aged retired Marine. I saw that he was going to yell at me, but he asked myself and others if I had any more of the sticky icky inside. I provided to roll the guy a marijuana joint so he could take it back to the house, but he wanted to rest plus smoke with me.

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