Topic: I Just Need To Get It Out (Read 3305 times)

Hey Fin, glad you got your ass out of Rockwall. I did a 'layover' nighter with the good ol' County. It was pretty funny, the guy tells me, you can't smoke in your car man. Keep it in your house. I was like ..."fuck..". And to put the cherry on top, as we pull in to the station, he says, "Nice grinder by the way:) .". Assholes they are. The piggies were even gay bashing this other guy getting booked. Sick fucks. Start a new in Co. I'll be there this time next year. Fuck these haters. They are just bored. Live for you. Not your asshole family. PM me if you ever need a non-troll filled convo.

I can't figure out if your last name is Wight, Brooks, Gallagher, Knowles, or some other last name you'll recently used that I've yet to discover.

too long didn't read.

cliffs?

Can videos be embedded on Bitcointalk?

I will revive this thread with the first video I made as a tribute to my brother:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqH2TBEg0PI

You are quite the attention whore.

I think you might be the bitcoin anti-nakamoto(like anti-christ)

Everything about you is the polar opposite of Satoshi.

That's not surprising. The author is a Harry Brown fan, and if you do a Google search for that phrase one of the top links is a speech he gave with that exact title at Libertopia 2010.

That book kind of has a "How to Live Free in an Un-Free World" tone to it.  That's not good nor bad- it just reminded me of it as I was reading.

no, i actually do. i havent been out to castle rock in a while but i am in the better part of aurora where our theaters have gun policies

Obviously not, because I haven't seen you... And I've been here longer than 2o minutes.

lol i live like 20 minutes away from you but you're still a gigantic faggot and I would tell that to your face 24/7

I think maybe laughingbear is bored and needs someone to pry into his personal life.

This guy is coming to my house:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXob3c_QWpk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJizw_BdUVw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giwf41ft7cg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NoRnLjg8zo

He just has no life. I will admit I am butt hurt because my family treats me like a dog and my dr treated me worse. But he is butt hurt because the computer and these forums are the only source of entertainment in his entire life.

Why are you so butthurt?

Cool, we can all laugh about how more trolls tried to send dick pics and get closer as a family. Thanks.

Dont know or care.  I just sent every family member that you mentioned in this thread a message, and directed them here.  Im helping you open a dialogue with them.

Congratulations, do you get some kind of trolling award for finding my step dad (which is what I am assuming is what the broken link was supposed to to be showing me).

1st, my step dad has always hated me, and as I said before he blames all his problems on me.
2nd, we just had a death in the family. Do you think anyone cares what the others are doing to lash out? Or about a link a troll sends them?

Look up "Uncle Buck FinShaggy". I have trolls sending shit to my family all the time.

What are you showing me?

You made it pretty easy

https://www.facebook.com/doug.wight?fref=pb&hc_location=friends_tab

I'm part Irish if that is what you are asking.

Like, the poetic name for Ireland?

oh, its erin

Lol, have fun. I don't even know what you are talking about.

Dougs goina be super pissed.  if the others at FIML Natural Resources see this...

I cant figure out... is Terra the sister you were talking about?  I cant tell... doesnt matter I guess, ill just direct her here too.

Okay, let me tell you a story:

One day I met this cyber unicorn named Fin Shaggy.
He said he had magical dough that was considered a drug.
I ate the magical dough as he made cookies out of it, and I was like, "dem GURRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLL"
He was like, "Magical dough, dude, dey not ye druggers"
I then ate more of the dough, and more of the dough everyday. And then I smoked, bro.
Fin soon told me, 'plbish on intewebs, bro. Magical dough."
I was like, "HULLO GIZA, DEY BE PYRAMINDING"
Then the Pyramid Giza told me I needed to learn how to spell.
I was hurt because of Giza, so I said: 'why u hurtz my fells?'
He starts laughing and stuff, and gives me more magical dough.
I then melt into a freezer, and freeze everything I can.
I'm all like, "der frreeezah, GIZA!"
Then I find Fin and punch him in the noise and mg he magics dogh and stufferz.

With your logic my story makes sense, since I didn't mention the words 'off topic', and since it's not about it, it's not off topic.

As I said before, mentioning drugs and being about drugs are two COMPLETELY different things.

If you read those stories they are things that happened, and drugs just catalyzed them. That does not make them the point or subject, it is simply the catalyst which brought the people within the story together, to create the story that is being told to you. That you are disregarding simply because of the mention of plant matter.

ARE YOU HIGH? All of your posts mention drugs, or drug trips (Which is about drugs.). Not about drugs and drugs aren't mentioned though



Hmmm:


NUT MENTIONEDZ THO

Please, stop while you're ahead, Fin. I honestly don't want to quote all of your posts.

Leaving Colorado, headed to Mexico:

I left Denver with 28 joints, a couple eighths of dank ass bud, a couple bags of hash, and everything I needed to go to Mexico. The night before I left I stayed at one of my friends houses in Denver, and we blazed hash all night and all morning before I left.

When I left I headed west, to Telluride Colorado.
I had never been there before so I had no idea what to expect in the town, the only place I had really been in Colorado is the Denver/Boulder area, but I knew two girls that I could stay with out there. Before I got to the town gas was getting more and more expensive, and was at around 4.15 when I got into town, and got to 4.20 while I was there (prices go up in the mountains). I got to the town, and waited at the park to meet up with one of the girls I was staying with, because she wanted to go mountain hiking. When she walked up to me, she said "Are you ready for some tedious hiking" or maybe "Strenuous hiking", I don't remember. But I took her warning very lightly, and decided to go with them with jeans on, and a backpack with a video camera, a backpack, and some other shit.

About a mile in shit was getting steep as fuck, and we were going higher and higher so the oxygen was getting thinner and thinner. But I hadn't smoked in a while, so I asked if she wanted to smoke, and stopped to roll a joint. We blazed, and then continued. About a quarter mile later, I was forced to realize: I have asthma, the air is getting thinner, I just smoked, and if my breathing gets worse I'm gonna have to be carried down. So I just went back, and went somewhere to eat. She continued up, and got some crazy pictures from way way up. And she said there was a point where the air was so thin she was just fuckin heaving for breath.

After I ate at some burger place, her roommate texted me and told me I could just meet her at the room since the other girl was climbing. So I walked over to their complex, and brought all the bud out of my car. I was already out of hash from smoking on my drive out there, but I had plenty of joints, and the eighths left. One was Pink Jasmine, and I forgot what the other one was. But when I came in to town I went to their headshop, called Dahlia or Dalila, and got an eighth of some shit called Blue Dragon. So I went to their complex with all the bud, and we blazed. They had a bong, a volcano, a pipe, and I had joints so we were blazin everything. Then I told them about a research chemical that happened to be nearby that night. So the next night we watched The Wall, which was some crazy shit. Especially at the end, that's some powerful shit. The little kid dismantles a Molotov cocktail, not even knowing what it was. Then we watched Alice in Wonderland, which I haven't seen since I was like 7, so I realized what Tweedle dee and Tweeedle dum were saying for the first time. We took more of the RC the next day and took a hike about a mile out into the woods around the town, then we came back and blazed. Then walked to the park and laid on the ground looking at clouds and stuff.

We blazed and chilled, and a couple days later I left. I still had some joints left, but I was out of buds, and hash. There was a kid, older than me I think, hitchhiking in my direction, and I picked him up and we smoked on the way to the edge of his town. Then I headed to Arizona, where I got a speeding ticket for 80 in a 65. But it was like a highway that stretched like 100 miles, and 60 just isn't fast enough for such a long highway. And the ticket came in handy while I was in Mexico. I ended up in Tucson (Which I still pronounce wrong) and found a public storage to keep my car at, and a bus that could take me out of the country. I got on a bus to Hermosillo, and that's where the next story starts.

California.

I stepped off the GreyHound in San Diego.
And my phone was dying.
Had my phone been charged enough to find a place to stay, what happens, wouldn't have happened at all...
But I stayed at the Greyhound station for about 30 minutes with my phone plugged into the wall, and when it was charged I left. Thinking "I need to get a bike."
So I asked the guard at the station "Where is the nearest place to get a bike?" He pointed me in a direction, and I went outside, and started walking that way.

So I got to a stoplight, and a crosswalk, and there was a guy standing next to me.
He said, "do you have a cigarette?" And I'll bum even my last cig, to a friend, so I gave him one.
And I asked him, "Do you know where the nearest place is to get a bike?"
He said "I sell bikes!"
Now THIS was convenient. Nothing could go wrong. Right?
So he tells me he just got out of jail, and I'm not one to judge because in Texas I have been judged quite a bit, based on my favorite flower. And have had to do more than my fair share of time.
He asks if he can borrow my phone to call his girlfriend, tells me I can stay with them, I accept and he tells her to meet us a couple streets down.
He says he's broke and just got out of jail, and wants to know if I can get him like a soda, and a cookie at the convenient store. So I go in and get him something, and I got some more cigs, and gave him a pack.
His girlfriend picks us up, and the car is so full of...Clothes, camping stuff, I feel like there was a chair, and a guitar in there...But we fit me in the back somehow, and he sat in the passenger seat with some stuff where his legs went, AND on his lap.

So we go to Motel 6 and they show me a bike.
They tell me I can ride it around to test it out, and they need a minute to talk inside. I ride it around for a while and it's a pretty nice bike, and when I go back I gave him $100 for it.
I ask him if he can get any bud, and he says he can. But he has to call some people.
His girlfriend is weird. He's weird. I knew somethin was up with them. But they were chill.
So he starts calling people, and using code words.
And I notice he's saying "Blue" as a noun a lot. The girl says something about "You should be quiet" referring to me being able to hear. And he says "He knows what we're talking about."
But I had no idea what they were talking about. I had an idea though, and I didn't like that I had bought a bike from them.

So they leave for a while, and come back with a sack of meth, and ask if I want some. I told them no, (I have had a bad experience, I'll share it here one day if I haven't already) and that I just would get some bud whenever I could.
So they smoked/shot that, and after a couple hours, the girl fell asleep, and the dude disappeared. And I fell asleep. (Whenever she was awake both days she would talk about how meth made her tired, or at least more calm )

I woke up in the morning and they were gone.
I freaked out a little, but nothing was missing, and all there stuff was still there. So I figured they hadn't just left completely.
The girl came up with some doughnuts and stuff on a plate. She said she got it downstairs, and that they had been at the pool. And it looked like she had been at the pool. The dude came back, and we watched TV all day. While they shot up. And he described to me that the needles get dull, and after a while it's like trying to get a pencil in your vein because the tip isn't sharp anymore, it's just flat.
He left at one point, and traded some guy outside in a van a phone charger for a Wal Mart card, and expected it to have money left on it, when he check. It didn't. Duh.
Then later during that day he asked if he could take my bike, with the other bike they had and his girlfriend, for a ride to the gas station or something. I said sure, and they left for about a half hour, and came back with no bikes.
He said they had run into a guy that he owed money to, and the guy took the bikes.
I was in a "foreign" state, with very little money left, no where to go yet, and my bike had been lost by meth heads.
I was pisssssssssed off, and the dude could tell. He said something, and I said "If I was going to hit you, I would have already." I just knew that wouldn't solve anything. But I had to punch the wall outside, and that hurt like shit.

So they said they would fix it, and not to break anything, and left, at about 10pm. I fell asleep around 1:30am. They came back around 3-4am and woke me up.

They were wet as shit, and it was raining outside.
The guy disappeared as soon as they got there, but the girl handed me a cigarette box, and told me to look inside, and there was about a gram nug of weed in there.
I was SOOO happy And I had papers and everything.
She told me he had got me a bike, but was locking it up outside, but inside somewhere out of the rain.
He came back, and said I could come see it.
He took me to the laundry room, and was locking it on the coke machine.
It was WAAY shittier than the other bike.
Like 1/3 the gears.
Skinny tires, instead of big ones.
Bullshit.

But I had no other option.
I went inside and smoked some weed. FINALLY

So we watch TV, I smoke my joint, and they slam their meth, and he took the LOUDEST, nastiest (most likely meth induced) shit, I have EVER heard in my ENTIRE life.

I wake up in the morning, and their gone. The phone is ringing.
So I answer it.
It's a man. He asks who I am, and I made up a name. He says he's the girls babies daddy, and to tell her that she needs to come see her baby. And I tell him that I'll tell her, no problem.

So she comes in, and I tell her.
She calls him, and starts yelling and shit.
She gets off the phone and is silent. Like rocking back and forth.
Eventually she says "He's coming here."
And I asked "should I leave?"
She says "Probably"

I got all my shit that minute.
That had promised to drive me to the city where I had a friend that I could at least hang out with.
But now I just strapped all my shit to my shitty new bike, ask which way was north, and WENT.

Eventually I got tired as shit.
I slowed down, and was eventually walking my bike.
A full school style back pack, and two smaller bags strapped to a bike, are heavy as SHIT.

I started asking people how to get to the city I was going to, and eventually I heard enough of "You should take the trolly" to consider it, and asked someone where it was.
They pointed me in a direction, and I came to a station/stop.
I bought a ticket, and the first trolly that came, I wasn't fast enough for with my bike and everything. I almost got caught in the door, and I just had to go back and wait.
I got on though, and was told to go to what they call "The coaster" which is like a faster trolly.
I went there, and bought a ticket to go like 50 miles away. We got there in like 20 minutes for $2. And while I was on it, I texted a ssecond friend in Corona, who said I could live with him, so I decided to go there.

I got there, and met my friend up a fuckin hill, which would have been considered a mountain in Texas. At AmPm, which when he said "Meet me at the AmPm" I was like "What the fuck is ampm?"

We met, and went to a friend of his' house.
He had some medical bud, I bought it (Katana), and we smoked, and chilled for a while.
Eventually it was getting late so I went back to a city that almost everyone I met said would be chill (Ocean side).
I stayed at a little hotel, and my mom got my a GreyHound ticket online for like 6 in the morning.

I made it to the station ontime and everyhting, but the only people there were bums.
The station wasn't open, so a bus never came, and I never got picked up.
My friends worked near Oceanside so they just picked me up, and the Greyhound ticket went to waste.
...
Then we went to Corona...
I guess I could have ended that story in a better place...
But yeah

Me and my friend (a guy) K, decided we would go to East Texas, and go find ourself a good mushroom field, we'd spot out some cows, and poop around 10pm, chill, maybe make some friends, and come back at 3-4am to do some mushroom hunting.

So we started driving around, and decided we were going to try to find Lo's dad (Lo is in the last 2 stories, who she i, is described in the first one) so we went to a random gas station, and I went in and asked, "Do you know (his name)" And the lady behind the register said, "No".
But some random kid in the store said, "Did you say (his name)" And I said "Yes" and me and this kid started talking and went outside, he told me to text Lo, so we did, and we ended up meeting up with her, and never getting to see her dad...

But we chilled with this dude who knew Lo, at a park, until Lo came, and then we got some bud, and went to roll a blunt.
Then we went and hung out with a bunch of dudes I had never met, and smoked out of a steamroller.

eventually it was late/early enough, and we went out to the SAME field that we had gone to first, last time.
We parked in the same spot as the first time (which turned out to be stupid) and jumped the fence, into the field.

The way the field is shaped, there is a hill. You walk down, and there is a small valley, then another hill on the other side, and a fence, and a treeline to some woods.
We were walking across the valley part, using flashlights, and being pretty loud (not yelling or anything, but loud).

All the sudden we heard dogs...Then a gun shot...Then a drum...It was scary as shit.

We ran up the hill at the back of the property and to the fence, when we got to it, someone said "What do we do now?"
I said "Jump the fence, get off THAT GUYS property!"
So we jumped the fence and started running, one dude stopped to go pee, and his friend stopped too. Then Lo went back for them, then K lost sight of me, and went another direction.


So I was alone in the woods.
My cell phone was in the car.
And I could hear the dogs.


I ran BACK towards the car, but not onto the guys property. And I got to a "lake" which was like waist deep, and had TONS of trees growing out of it. But I walked through it, scared AS SHIT that I was going to get bit by a snake...
I finally made it out of the water, but when I made it out the land around it was just sticky, gucky, shitty, mud. And it sucked my shoes into the mud, (but that was ok with me, I went barefoot everywhere at the time, and had only worn shoes for the hunt ) So I took the off, and carried them as I ran.
There was no trial, but I ran in a straight line, moving big branches, and just braking small ones on my arms, getting caught on all kinds of briar thorn vines and shit.


I finally got out of those woods. And into a field, as I ran I noticed (because I didn't have my shoes on) that the field was full of little pear cactus's, and sticker plants :S
So I put my shoes back on, but the stickers the got stuck in the shoes were hard to get out, and hurt MORE than the ones that were just in my foot, not getting pressure pushed on them.
So I took off my shoes, and ran barefoot again. Trying to dodge prickly pear cactus, in the dark.

Finally I saw some headlights, and it looked the were doing donuts. So I thought, "That must be my friends, trying to show me where to go."
So I got closer (about 1-200 yrds), and noticed that the car was a cop car. So I ducked in the tall grass, and moved behind a pineish tree.
I watched the cops and the farmers talk for a while, then eventually. The cops left, so I decided to walk down the street. But realized that it was a dead end, but didn't realize that the cops hadn't left, they just went to this dead end, and to the house that was at the dead end.
Once I realized it was a dead end, I turned around, and went to the car to get my phone.

A tiny dog heard/say me, and started barking, and chasing me.
I ran to the car, grabbed my phone, ran about 2 properties down, and hid in some bushes, in front of the 2nd property.
The farmer came out with his truck, and got another farmer to come out with his truck, so they were shining their lights both ways down the road.

Then the cops came back, and brought dogs...
I thought, "Shit, I'm fucked"
The dogs sniffed the car, but we had nothing. The cops got a megaphone out, and yelled: "Attention to the people in the woods, if you do not come out, we WILL tow your car."
But they DIDN'T They just threatened.

The farmers dog started to slightly bark at me at one time, and if the cops had payed attention, they could have got me.
But a cop just yelled "GET!" at the dog, and made it go away. He didn't want to listen to the farmers dog, since he had his own.

Then eventually the cops left again, and I called my friends, with my phone in my shirt.
They said they would come soon.
I decided to run across the road, so I was on the opposite side as the farmers property, so he couldn't even TRY to say I was on his land.

But he came back out pretty soon after I did that, and brought his dogs.
I had taken a piss, and they smelled me out REAL quick. But even when they barked at me, I just stayed where I was. they weren't trying to hurt me.
The farmer couldn't see me but he knew I was there, and I was just like "Shit, what do I do?"

So I stood up, put my hands up, and said "I wasn't tryin to fuck with none of your shit."
He asked what I was doing out there I told him we were from out of town, and thought it would be ok to just walk around.
He patted me on the back, and asked who's car was parked there. I told him "My friends"
He thought it was mine, and told me I could take my car and go.
I told him I didn't have the keys, because it was my friends car, and around then my friends pulled up.
The farmer said, "They've been drivin up and down, lookin for you for about an hour."
At this point it was around 8am

Me and K got in K's car, and we followed Lo and her friends in their car.
We stopped at a house, and smoked a blunt. And they told me what had happened (Within 20-30 min they had all met up, and gotten in cars)
And they wanted to know what had happened to me...

I was covered in mud...
I was wearing a shirt that said "Dunder Mifflin" but you couldn't read ONE letter, NOT ONE.
My pants had mud ALL over, and had a light layer of mud color tone from being wet.
I had scratches, and bruises all over my arms from thorns, and branches.
I was a mess.


I told them what had happened, and we headed out of town. Trying to avoid the police, because the farmer told us they probably tagged our plates, and will just get us later...But said that he wouldn't call, or pursue us further in any way, with the police.
And nothing ever happened to my knowledge

Having drugs mentioned and being about drugs are two completely different things.

Yes, hardly Marijuana or drug related. Hmm, I think it's time to quote every post that talks about drugs or Marijuana related things..

First mushroom hunting story.

So, mushrooms in the Dallas metroplex go for 10-15 a G. I don't like to pay that, that's bullshit.

So I decided to call out to East Texas.
I asked if I could come out there with some friends, and go on a hunt and my Xgirlfriend "Lo" (from the last East Texas story) said "Yes", she would set it up

So we waited for the humidity to be PERFECT, and went out to the little town in East Texas.
When we got there, we met at a place I had never been (It seemed like a car garage, but was about 2 acres back on some land, but I saw no other structures anywhere, or on the way to it...) Lo, her dad, her grandad, and some of their friends were there.

Lo's Grandpa was a REALLY drunk, crazy old man, and told her, "Put your hand in my pocket."
She turned to her dad and said, "Should I?"
And he said, "You know DAMN well not to put your hand in that mans pocket."

So she came with us (Me, and my (both girls) friends M, and J) M was driving, and Lo sat in the passenger seat, and me and J sat in the back.

We went to the RV that her dad had bought for me and her, and it now had electricity, and plumbing.
We had to wait until like...3-4am to go mushroom hunting. And Lo got bored sitting in the trailer with nothing to do...

So she started calling people to get beer, because her dad wouldn't buy her any...(He told her that we should just come in and drink with him, which would have been BAD ASS) So we found some Mexican guy that would buy it, and went to where he lived.
We chilled at his place, and smoked with some other people that lived there, while we waited.
They came back, and we went back to the house, inviting them, and whoever they wanted to invite.

So TONS of people came over to that little RV, and beer ran out fast. But we were sitting around playing drinking games when all these kids (from the boons) started talkin about a "mansion" with a pool. And we were thinking, a "Mansion, out here?"
So we got there, and it was a big ass house, with a BAD ASS pool.

M, and J are both drunk.
Somehow Lo's grandad was with us, (He told us to call him "Dickweed" he had it tattooed on his chest) And he was a drunk old pervert.
He was sittin in the pool, drunk as shit. Shoutin shit at all the girls.
Then M got naked, and eventaully started fuckin the ONLY black guy there, IN the pool. While EVERYONE was in view, including a 14 year old boy, and Dickweed watched (Approvingly)

We finally left there, and got to the first mushroom field.
We had some trashbags, but we realized...We had brought NO flashlights... ...SO...We had to use our cell phones for hunting...

We walking through the field in a line/wall, and the boon kids showed us all how you tell if the mushrooms are good or not (besides tanish color) You squeeze the cap, like so one finger is on top, and one is on the gills. When you squeeze, if the juice is purple, it's good. ANY other color, bad. A piece of paper would be good for testing this

Everyone got a good trashbag full, but Dickweed didn't even make it over the fence.
So when we got back to the car, he payed someone to give him some of theirs.

Then we went to the second field, and got more.
Then went back to the RV.


When we got back, Lo said it would be a good idea to make "Mushroom tea"
We only had a microwave on hand, so we used that and made some nasty mushroom juice.

But somehow it didn't work. The microwave somehow zapped the psylo or something...I have no idea what happened, I just no NONE of us felt it EXCEPT Dickweed, and he just ate his...

Then at like 6-7am we left, M drove.
And we went home...

I think you are confused about what this thread is about. It is hardly marijuana related.

Ok, before my East Texas mushroom stories, I have to introduce the reason I even go to East Texas, and know what fields to go too...

When I was sixteen, I was on probation, and wanted to leave my town. But I knew I couldn't just go hide somewhere IN town, or ONE town over...That wouldn't work.
So I had to find a way to get WAY further. So I started planning with an X girlfriend of mine, we would go to her dad's house in East Texas. I just had to get a little money, and someone to drive us

So I made phone calls every night, and had no luck.
I saved up a little money from work, and had like $120.

I couldn't find a ride, and it was THE day the plan was supposed to be happening...

I was taking classes at the local community college, and asked someone in my Philosophy class "If I pay for gas, and smoke you out the whole time, will you give me and a friend a ride?"
And he said "Yes"

So after class I got in his car, and we went to my house to get my stuff.
I texted my X girlfriend (I'm gonna call her "Lo" from now on) and told her we were coming to get her.
Lo skipped to get out of school, and came with us. We went to her house, and she got some clothes and stuff. Then grabbed a big jug of change her parents had. And we went and coinstarred it.
Then we went to the drivers house, and he called a dealer, so that we could get some bud, and leave.


We got the bud, got some papers, filled up the tank and left headed East

We went about two hours, till we were in the middle of "Bumfuck nowhere" as they called it. "The Boons" Or "The Sticks" to most people.
Lo called the house her dad lived at, and his girlfriend came to get us.
Lo hadn't told them that SHE, OR that I was coming. She told NO ONE, and didn't warn me that she had told no one we were coming.
But her dad's girlfriend came and got us, and within ten minutes of meeting her, told us she was inbred.

"Your daddy is real excited to see you...He's told me so much about you...Most of my family is inbred..."

So we got to the house, and decided to chill outside for a little while, and smoke a joint.
While we were outside her dad got home(Who had no idea I was there, and hadn't seen his daughter in 10+ years), and wanted to smoke another joint of what we had.
He had NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER seen weed without seeds...EVER

So we blazed that, and that was just one toke over the line for me...
We had blazed the WHOLE car ride, we had blazed RIGHT before this, and we were blazing RIGHT then. I just got sick, and threw up in the sink, then went outside and started throwing up more.

Lo's dad had some new babies (3 of them), and Lo's girlfriends mom was the one that owned the house. She didn't smoke but she rolled ALL of our joints for us, and played pac man on her TV ALL day, and I would play with her sometimes. She was 50 somethin, and I was only like 15-16, but she was cool as shit.

This house is where I met Danny, who told the monkey stories that are written above.

We would just chill and blaze all day, and I did lawn work on their 2-3 acres, in exchange for food, and to stay there.
Lo's dad got us an RV, and we were going to get (she and her dad eventually DID get) electricity and plumbing to it, and we were going to live in it.

We would always tell her dad "We're going to go clean the RV" And it was a stinky RV, so we would smoke, and considered that to be a form of "Cleaning".

Her dad tried to get mushrooms for us one night, but the people that went and picked them got in the truck, and all night the guy called, and they said "We're in the way"
EVERY TIME
But they never came.
The next morning, they came by and said "Sorry, we ate a bunch of mushrooms while we were pickin, and we got in the car, and thought it was moving. Hours later, we realized, there weren't even keys in the car. And then we decided we weren't ok to drive."

One day Lo's dad took me to a friends house and told him "I need you to hold a package for me."

He thought it was going to be guns, or heroin, or something CRAZY. (Lo's dad USED to be a crazy fuck) But it was just me
When I got there, he told me "I just got out of the pen, don't fuck with me. Don't try to fuck my old lady(wife), and we'll be fine."
Then we just sat around and watched a "That 70's show" marathon ALL day.

At one point this guys older son, hit the younger son in the face.
The dad told him, "Go stand in the corner." He got PISSED, but knew not to fuck with his dad, and went to the corner.
Then the dad turned and said to me, "That boys gonna end up in jail."


A week into my stay in East Texas, the police found out where I was.
They came to the house one day, and we were smoking RIGHT by the front door, RIGHT by a window (On 2-3 acres, in the boons) and they may have seen me. But I ducked under the table, and crawled in the back room. They knocked, and asked some questions.

Then a couple days later, the police came back and I was asleep in the RV, the threatened to take the families children, and they brought them to me.

I woke up to some knocking,
I went to the door, and looked out the little window, I saw police. In my head I said "Shit" out loud I said, "What?"
They said "You need to come out."
I said, "I don't want to."
Then they told me they couldn't leave without me, and that I had to come out, or they would come get me.
So I came out.

They were super nice, I expected handcuffs (Probation Runaway) but they said, "You aren't under arrest, we just HAVE to go get any underage runaways." Told me to get my bags, and drove me to the Sheriff station.
There we watched Obama on TV, and recordings of DWI arrests

My dad, and step dad picked me up.
And took me to the juvenile detention center in my home town...

You got arrested for having Marijuana (What do you think?). I don't see the problem, or why you'd need to 'get this off your chest'. YOU'RE USING MARIJUANA, THAT IS OBVIOUSLY LEGAL IN PLACES YOU'RE USING IT:

This is a bitcoin forum (and the off topic section), please go to google and search: Trolls R Us, so that you can find a forum more suitable for yourself.

this is a bitcoin forum

please vacate the forum and go to google and search: deluded druggies sympathy forum

My Life (More):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7kOPl47sCI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_87Hdgu0oSQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u8cslWrcko
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8UQqJyHihY (I lived in Mexico)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3OuO_t0XYQ

My Life:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1u263H07RA8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AFHFItS3g0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv3ijM_wge0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CG2Sd6A1Uy4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT6foilBT0s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebC3CTyvAms
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ngf12mA7XjA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLVbe916HQw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWtsjfEAi7A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsXaMYV82qM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8qflbBT8Yg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bY1nRcq8WyM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR2Enioad1E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMfVi1_yet8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-hPF3VSVtU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZX8ZzOs6X4g

https://bitcointalksearch.org/topic/m.2542593

First time I got arrested...

I had only smoked once (the story is written above). But we were going to spend $90 on our first sack. Me and my best friend, got some of our Christmas money together, and I talked to my friends dealer. I gave him the money, and he said he would have it to us later that week (looking back that was a stupid, dumbass, dipshit move. But it ended not going bad )
So we waited
The next day he came up to me and handed me a sack. He said somebody else had given him $20, but then not showed up to school. So he needed to get rid of it, and gave it to me. I had some paper that I could use as joint paper, and used it to roll up a joint, and hid it in my jacket. I was going to smoke it on the way to the outdoor classrooms, in portable trailer type things. But I got to math class, and showed the sack to a couple of friends who were long time stoners, and one of them told me "Smoke a bowl." (Out of a metal 'Eclipse' gum container I had, that was rigged to be a pipe)
I said "No, were in class."
But he kept saying "Smoke a bowl... ...Smoke a bowl... ...Smoke a bowl... ..."
And I kept saying, "I'm in a classroom... ...We're taking a quiz... ...NO... ..."
But finally I was done with my quiz and he said, "Smoke a bowl. I'll sit on your desk, and you can use your backpack to block the side."
So finally I gave in.
He sat on my desk, and I put my backpack up, to create like a wall. I broke up some bud, and put it on the holes poked into the side of the gum container.
I flicked the lighter, and hit it once.
My friends SLAMMED his hand down on my desk, and confused, I went to take another hit.
He slammed his hand down again and said, "He's coming!" And I hid the pipe and lighter beside me RIGHT AS the teacher was walking up...
He looked at me, and he said, "That was obvious."
Me and my stoner friends in the class each grabbed a bottle of Ax cologne, and sprayed it as we ran out of the class...I hid my weed, and freaked out the rest of the day. But nothing happened.

Later that week I was in History(with the sack on me), the classroom door was open, and the Principle walked in the doorway, and began to scan the classroom. His eyes stopped on me...He pointed his walkie talkie, and said "Have a nice day." But I freaked the fuck out, and the girl next to me said, "You look like you just saw a ghost."
Later in that SAME class period I got called down to the office. I asked the girl next to me to hold the weed, and she did. Then I went to the office.
When I got to the office I knew I was fucked, I was just fucked.
They told me, "Go to the assistant principals office."
I went in, and my friend was sitting there. Earlier that day, she had decided to wear her slippers, and had given me her shoes to hold in my backpack, so that she didn't have to carry them around all day.
The teachers didn't want her wearing slippers, and needed me to give her her shoes.
Fuckin RELIEVED.
...
...
Then a couple days later, I fell asleep in my 3rd period class.
I woke up. And the assistant principal was in my classroom, he said " (My name) come with me."
And I asked, "Should I bring my backpack?"
He said, "Yes."
When they say "yes", that means they want to search you...So I knew I was fucked, I had the weed on me...
We went to hos office, and a cop came in.
They went through my backpack together and found nothing. Then asked me to empty my pockets.
I had a couple lighters and said, "I found those."
They said, "You aren't supposed to have them." and I apologized...

Then the ass. principle ( ) says, "Let me see your phone."
I said, "My phone is right there."
He said, "Then what's that?"
I said, "My belt buckle."
He said, "Take off your belt."
And hidden behind my belt buckle, was THE TINIEST little sack of weed. Like, you could curl your pinky around it.
And it fell to the ground...
The cop said, "What's that?"
I said, "I don't know."
But he of course, already knew.
So he took me to jail...

We were just about to leave to go to my room mate's mom's house a couple towns over. But as we were getting everything, and ourselves in the car, this tweaker girl that my room mates chilled with pulled up and asked "Can I have $5 for gas."
My Room mate is ALL over this girl(Even though she's dating his tweaker friend), so of course he says "Yes" and goes in to get the money.
I'm chillin in the car, and he comes out. They start talking, and it seems like it's gonna take them a long time to talk. So I go back inside the "house"(trailer). I chilled inside for a minute when I smelled some crazy walkin up the drive way (I heard yelling outside)
The tweaker girls, tweaker boyfriend is here, and mad. They apparently got in a fight, and he got out of the car, and she left him. So he walked to our house...

My room mate is smart (kinda) and says, "Ya'll need to take this inside", as they are yelling in our driveway...
So they go inside, at which point tweaker dude says, "I've got 2 Cheena's (Chinese girls) with Choppers (AK-47's) on their way over right now." Because she had "Stolen" the car...That he bought FOR HER.
So this tripped me the fuck out. I went and grabbed my bandana tied to a big padlock, came back out, and told him "Hell no, this is their GRANDMA'S house" (Used to be, but she can't take care of her self, but it was full of her decorations and stuff) "That shit isn't going down here. I'll beat the shit out of you first"

So he called his girls and told them not to come, and they left.
Then we went to my room mate's mom's house.
Luckily she had some dank ass dinner and some Corona waiting for us at her house

This is the 2nd or 3rd time I got high...




So we smoked in the woods, before our walk to Wednesday youth group at the church
We smoked a couple bowls, and were properly toasted, so we decided to start our walk (Me and one other friend)

We were walking through the very suburby neighborhood, and as we were walking. It felt as if we were walking, but the houses were staying still. As if we had a treadmill in the middle of the street, and no matter HOW fast we ran, or how weird we jumped, there was no way to out run it. And we were both just being weird, trying to make the houses move as we walked, but the wouldn't. It felt like were weren't moving at all...

By finally we made it to the fence by a golf course we had to cross. We hopped the fence, and started walking....
All the sudden I stepped in quick sand, I was sinking. Then I realized, it was just a sand trap...

Then my friend yelled as if something crazy were happening, and I said "It's just a sand trap." So he stopped freaking out, and we laughed about it...

So we finally got tot he other side, and jumped the fence. When we jumped, I looked and the neighborhood we were in was THE SAME one as before, we never even went on the golf course...
But then I realized we HAD gone on the golf course, and this was another neighborhood, that just looked the same to me as the other one.

My friends jumped the fence right after me and was like "WHATTT?!?!"
And I told him, "It's a different neighborhood, it just looks the same."
And he says, "That's like the second time, you can read my fuckin mind "
But then I told him the same things had just happened to me moments before, and we laughed.

Then we got to the church and met up with another friend. Him and the friends I had came with, noticed a jacket laying int he middle of the parking lot, and decided to go get it.
But I didn't want to walk that far. But then sitting there, it felt like it had been 10 minutes, so I went to catch up with them...
I was kinda jogging across a semi constructed new part of the church, when all the sudden I died...
In front of me was black, beside me on both sides was back, and I assumed behind me was black. But I was trapped, and didn't even have enough room to turn my body or anything...
Then I looked up

I had fallin in some kind of ditch in the construction site, that was really thin because they were probably just going to bury a pipe there or something.
But I climbed out, and met up with them...
We got the jacket went to church, and that's it...

I don't live at home. Way to make an ass of yourself.

finshaggy.. your not 9 years old..

if you dont like your family life.. then move the hell out.. you are sure as hell old enough to control your own life.. so do it

you sound like a lil kid blaming the world for your drug fuelled and delusional life.. yet can't be arsed to do anything about it.

stop asking for hand outs while you remain sitting in your family home complaining about the world..

instead. open the front door of the house.. take some breaths of fresh air and realise with every step forward is one step away from your problems.

after just seeing video one of all your delusionary uptopian bitcoin dreams i came to the conclusion that you dont have the mind set to lead any of these projects, simply because you cant seem to make decisions about your own life, or have any control of your own finances to drag yourself out of your own situation.

so please take this as some positive critisism.. sort your self out,

This isn't me crying because I have a shitty life, it is just me saying the truth out loud. Sorry if you don't like that.

First time I got high


So I'm 14, and I'm at a friends house...

Before this week, I thought I would die if I smoked ANYTHING, because I have asthma.
But I found a pack of cigarettes, opened, but full and unharmed on the side of the road, with the foil part still closed

Once I smoked that, and weed was offered. I was SOO ready to smoke weed
So I was at my friends house, and his mom an brother (that was the rest of the family) went to sleep.
He started looking around for something, searching in drawers, behind books, everywhere...

I asked what he was looking for and he said "My Mom's weed, it's in a little baggie"
So I started helping him look. We ended up finding it in the drawer in front of/under the computer. It was a little baggie, with about 7g of Reggie in it...He pulled out maybe .1-.2

We both tried out best to roll a joint out of it(Using Christmas bag stuffing paper that his mom had cut perfectly shaped sitting with the weed, and ended up smoking his joint which we declared was better, but still was shitty.
He had smoked before, with and without his mom. But I had never ever smoked before at all. So he told me to hold it in, and how long it was going to take and everything.

I didn't really feel anything, so we went and got a little more weed(like .3 this time), and used an Eclipse tin, gum container, with holes in strategic places, instead of a joint.

So after about 10 minutes it REALLY started to kick in
I was just laughin, and watching him play Zelda (The Twilight Princess).
He was at the part where you sumo wrestle the mayor...There are three options while fighting...It's like slap, grab, sidestep. And it's essentially rock, paper, scissors. But he didn't know that, and he kept losing the match, and once I notice it was Ro,Pa,Sc I told him " ... is paper ... is rock ... and ... is scissors."
He said "Here, you do it." So I tried, but I never play Zelda, I watched my 10-year-older-than-me step sister play when I was little, but I had never really played Zelda. So when I tried it, I lost too.

But I explained it to him again, and told him to do it.
So he did, and won.
After that we played Time Splitter, and everything seemed like it was going is slowmotion, which made me REALLY good at sniping

After that we went to sleep, because it was already pretty late when we smoked

When you have reached the point that this is the most irrelevant thing in your life - then congratulations, you have reached adulthood.

Watch your step - the rabbit hole is pretty deep.

Your link is quite interesting.

so much negativity on to OT sub forum

Dank, please tell us about how our spirit is beautiful and life can be awesome if only we believe in ourselves,  or something to that effect.

Oh FFS...get a grip Finn.  EVERYONE has had a shitty life.  Get over it.  Do your best.  Move on.  Putting it all out there on the net FOREVER is probably the dumbest thing anybody could do.  If you really need to get shit off your chest, write it down on paper, by hand, and then BURN IT.  Pretty much like I want to do to this stupid post.

Another story from East Texas

It is important to know that the family had babies, one of which was walking around...With a potato in his mouth...
We were sitting in the kitchen smoking a joint...When my friends dad noticed the potato in the babies mouth
...
...
So he yells to his girlfriend/wife "Honey, I thought we were outta taters!!"
She yells back, "We are!"
And his response is "Then why's he gotta tater in 'is mouth!!??"

Now read that out loud. Not just in your head

I'm going to lighten the mood a little.

Here's a couple stories that I was told once, by an old man (50-60) in east Texas His name was Danny

When he was younger, Danny's dad's job for some reason involved him talking to a bunch of people with strange animals, that they could no longer afford, or were no longer allowed to own...
So he would brings some animals home sometimes. He said they had had pet rabbits, deer, armadillo, but the funnest of all, and the type of animal he continued to love and raise when he got older was monkies


So he used to have a spider monkey, this was when he was like 20something, that would stand on his shoulder, with a chain around it's neck, that he held as a leash. He had long ass hair, and one day he was walking somewhere, and passed a construction site.
All the Mexicans at the construction site were fake flirting, and making fun of him for looking like a girl. But he ignored them...

But he had to walk past them later that day.
The Mexicans did the same thing again, except this time one of them came up to him as if he was going to try to fight him or something.
The dude got in his face, and he let go of the chain. The monkey jumped on the Mexican, bit him in the face, and jumped back on Danny's shoulder, as the Mexican ran away yelling. That shit would hurt like shit...







Ok, monkey story #2

So Danny at another time in his life, had a monkey called a "Kinkajou" (May be spelled wrong) which is a nocturnal bear/monkey...
It has a Bear face, Monkey hand, a monkey tail, and a little bear body. It's up ALL night...
So this thing liked to wrestle right, it would wake him up in the middle of the night, and he said it was like having a little room mate that wanted to play all the time
But it would wake him up all the time

But one day, he came outside, and the neighbor came outside, because the neighbors dog was barking like crazy...
The dog was barking at the monkey, and the monkey was freaking out too.
The neighbor yelled "You better keep your monkey away from my dog" (A German Shepard)
And Danny said back, "You better keep your dog away from my monkey"
And they each took their animals inside...


Then one day, the monkey was in a tree...And these things don't eat meat, but they have natural predators, and they have to protect themselves. Now, what they have is like bear claws, on monkey hands...
So they go for the kill....


The monkey was hanging in a tree...
The dog, unsuspecting, walks under...

The monkey dropped down on the dogs back, ripped its throat out with its hands...
And walked away, maybe into the tree again...

I don't live with them. I am visiting because my brother died.

Oh, ok. Then I'll just wait for the real entertainment. Carry on.

I really think spending more time in jail than highschool, and being prescibed everything from lithium to ceroquell to abilify beats ALL the shit you said. The government treats me like I'm David Koresh or Charles Manson. I literally had a probation officer compare me to them. I'm the zombie in the asylum you see that people call schizophrenic when they don't know what it really means.

Just wait till I get to making a section about that probation officer.

seriouly dude, dont open a can of BS

FinShaggy get the fuck out of their!

sell your dev coins and run!

No wonder your mom named you FinShaggy.

It pisses me off that I read through all that crap and you never talked about any really disgusting shit like being raped by a church leader, locked in a closet for a week by your parents, made to eat out of a dog bowl, finding out your mother mixes drugs in your food, you know, the good stuff.

And to top it off:
https://bitcointalksearch.org/topic/dr-appointment-239694

I went to Doctor Louis B. Kasunic in Castle Rock today because I have been throwing up for the past few months. When I got to the office all of the nurses treated me well. I even misplaced my phone, and all of the nurses helped me look for it and even learned my name, and were pleasantly asking "Did you find your phone yet?". Eventually one of the nurses found it so they brought it to me, and gave it to me.

I sat in the Doctors office for a short period and while I was waiting I moved his skeleton into a captain Morgan stance, using a radio in the room to prop up the leg, and propping one of the hands on the hip bone. The doctor entered and we started talking. He told me that he read I had been throwing up and asked how often. He put an emphasis on "when" the vomiting started. I told him it had been a long time, and there was no way I could really pin point a time. But he insisted that I gave him a specific time, but I told him I couldn't. He was almost angry with me for not picking a specific time and kept pushing sentences like "It was around the beginning of the year, correct?", even after I repeatedly told him there was no way I could know.

He asked if I had heart burn, and I told him I wasn't sure what that was, and he explained it. I had experienced it before, so I told him "yes". He started listing things that I would need to stop drinking like orange juice, soda, etc. And told me that he was going to write a prescription for oxycontin for pain. I told him I did not want a prescription, because I already had a prescription for marijuana because of hip pain I have been experiencing since I was a child. He seemed to get angered when I mentioned that, and it almost felt like he was trying to persuade me to choose oxycontin. He asked in an angry tone "Who prescribed you that?" and I can't remember my Doctors name, so I gave him the name of the place my doctor works. He told me that he had experience with a patient that had been hospitalized due to the vomiting brought on by marijuana smoking, and assured me that oxycontin was a much safer alternative. I told him that cannabis is actually known as an anti-nausea medication, then he literally put his hand in my face and said loudly "You don't tell me", as if to say "I'm the doctor here, you shut your fucking mouth". I replied saying calmly "You can't talk to me like that". And he yelled "We're done here." and opened the door and pointed for me to leave. Then called the police without telling me, and the nurses were nice enough to inform us of that (because they were polite the whole time), so we left.

I did not bring up the topic of marijuana, and it was in no way my goal to persuade him that marijuana was a better medication than anything else. He decided to ask me if I smoked cigarettes, knowing damn well that the chart in his hand said no I don't smoke cigarettes, but I smoke weed. He wanted to pick this fight. And I want to warn the world about his malpractice.

Physicians are not gods, their jobs are to speak with you to find out what is wrong, then work with you to decide how to fix it. I didn't even want to talk about Cannabis or any form of prescription with this Doctor and he not only refused me treatment, but treated me like less than a human being. I would expect someone with a doctors education to be able to handle small talk and discussion, but apparently not.

But I'm sure you can go there with a opiate addiction and some good insurance, and he'd treat you much better than he treated me.

I do not want anyone to do anything bad to this man, he probably makes life bad enough for himself, or else he wouldn't have to put his hands in his patients faces like an angry teenage girl.

But if you would like to leave a simple prank phone call, or send a fax, send me a PM and I will give you his information. I really want to waste a lot of this guys time over the next few months, unless he wants to apologize, or give me back my co-pay (that's not the whole point, it's just the principle of the matter. He owes me reparations of some kind after treating me that way).

The information I think I am allowed to give on Bitcointalk is this (please tell me if I am allowed to add phone number and address)

Dr. Louis B. Kasunic: Board Certified Family Physician (Not for long)
Castle Rock, Colorado
Castle Rock Family Physicians

If you are ever bored one day, look them up and send a fax, or set up an appointment, or just ask if his refrigerator is running. And I'm not positive, but from what I could tell he seemed like the kind of Doctor that hands out prescriptions like candy. That's not my cup of tea, so I'm not going to try to find out if he is. But if he wasn't coming down on some kind of drug, then I don't know what was making him treat me that way.

And to anyone who reads this and thinks "Well, he's a doctor and it's his office, he has that right".

YES he has the right to refuse me service
YES he has the right to deny me marijuana (which I never asked for, I'm just letting you know his rights)

But he does NOT have the right to put his hand in his face and yell at me
He does NOT have the right to charge me for medical services, when he treated me worse than a vet does a dog
He does NOT have the right to use my paid appointment as a stage for arguing about something he doesn't like
He does NOT have the right to raise his voice to any patient
And he is SUPPOSED to be a family physician. That title needs to be revoked.

If a patient gets angry and yells, or even put a hand in the doctors face, or even shoved the doctor (which I didn't do), that is understandable, as some doctors do not like to work with patients and that is frustrating.

But for a man that has been educated in not only the human body, but how to treat that body like a living important thing, to act like that is just ridiculous. He went to school for this stuff, he should be able to handle a discussion about it without it becoming a heated debate, let alone crazy outburst like the display he showed me.

A doctor is supposed to speak WITH you and learn what is wrong, then WORK with you to figure out what is best for your problem.

He is not a doctor, he is a control freak. And if he were a surgeon, I bet he would play god and kill people "on accident" for fun.

Honestly, I think sending it to MTV would do us more good than that.

Great, as if I haven't tried talking to my own family. Thanks for opening a can of bullshit.

Ummm your little bro died?  

I figure that you keep posting this shit here, because you want help with all this. I think I can do this for you.  I have copied all this, and will be sending it all to your family members that I can find on facebook.(8 or 9 of them that I can find directly related to you)  This will open a dialogue between all of you, and maybe you can work things out.

You are welcome.

holy shit!

My step-dad is everything bad about humanity.

He is an oil an gas geologist/engineer. So he's the guy that figures out where the oil "should" be, then decides which equipment to use to rape the Earth.

So when you see a giant scar on the side of a mountain from strip mining, you can thank my step dad for fucking up your planet.

And I shared that to share this. He's a devout Christian (if you can call someone who treats people like shit for being poor a "devout christian"), yet he rapes the planet.
I'm pretty sure there is a special spot in hell for people like Douglas Ryan Wight. A special ring in hell where fire is used to excavate the resources from his human flesh. Then needles, sharp metal tubes and hooks are used to acquire the fresh veins and tendons, and the brain lungs and eyes are left for last. Just so that they are alive long enough to feel as the cornea is shoved onto satans double forked dick.

This man killed my brother and hasn't even asked for forgiveness. He should at least be on his knees, begging for the rest of the family not to throw him in jail, or impale him on a stave in the front yard. It makes me sick that the thought of forgiveness hasn't even crossed his mind.

I forgave him. Sure I have resentment, and remembrance. But I live on and treat him like a human. I just can't believe he hasn't even tried to ask for forgiveness.

And since my little brother had allergies, I feel as if my step dad is just chalking it up to "It would have happened any ways". So I hope he has fun in his special circle of hell where people go when they rape the earth and kill their own children without remorse.

I think my sister is socially retarded.
She wears fedoras, purple pants, lots of stripes & thick rimmed glasses, then says she is not a hipster.

She thinks that confusing fried chicken for friend rice is a typo, a typo is when you press the wrong key.
She thinks stopping to smell the roses is stalling the marijuana session and bringing everyone's attention to her broken ipod, when "stopping to smell the roses" almost literally translates into smoking weed.
Her best friend openly lets her know that his best friend is another girl.
She treats me like shit, even though I am going to have to support her most of her adult life, unless my parents are vampires and live to be 120.
If she doesn't understand something, she will pretend it is stupid instead of her being stupid.
Everything is about finances to her, yet she hardley makes any money.
She can't listen to someone for longer than 2 minutes, unless it is shit talk about another person.
She thinks shit talking family members is nothing more than a pass time.
She spied on me my whole childhood. Her ankle pops, so you can hear her sneak. And she would spy on me watching TV and stuff.
Whenever my parents sent me away, she lashed out at them and acted like she wanted me back. But when I got back she acted like I owed her something, and like I was beneath her.
She has had money her whole life, but has nothing to show for it.
No one knows who she is, except some guys online that jack off too pictures of her.

I love her, but she is hateful. And I'm not going to sit here and lie while I love her.

I don't want to focus on it. I just needed to say it.

Lol, thank you for your assumptions. But I have been to Mexico and have spoken to people from around the world, as well as spent time in American jail with Spanish speaking, non-Americans. They do not "dream" of going to jail. And you are a shit head for believing that.

you could try and go to www.wewanttohearyoucryaboutyourshittylife.com  they have some great forums there.  Try focusing your pity parties at places where people gather to talk about that sort of thing.  Try some emo forums, and the like.  Another option is to grow the fuck up and do your drugs like like everyone else, in private and moderation. Quit being so over dramatic ffs.

Some kids would kill to spend time in a place where they 3 square meals a day housing, "recess" and electricity. American jail is and 3rd world child's dream.

Ignore the trolls and try going here.

How is spending more time in jail than highscool a first world problem?

FinShaggy, don't smoke weed. Ever.

I am constantly trolled, not matter what website I go to.

I went to college when I was 16, but I found someone willing to give me a ride for a smoke out and some gas, so I ran away from home and was thrown back into high school.
I graduated highschool (with a full diploma and all my credits) from a juvenile detention center.
I don't really get hungry any more, I just feel like smoking weed.
I know I am going to spend at least 2 years, if not much much more, of my life in jail, not because I am an immoral person (and I am not), but because we live in a country where "equality" means "You can be free as long as you act like everyone else".
My whole life I was a lone child, being handled, challenged, hunted, captured and persecuted by entire organizations, both judicial and executive. They trained me to be a legal mind.
I spent more time in jail than in highschool for the 3 years I got to be in highschool.
I don't drink much anymore (just socially), because I did all my drinking when I was 15-16. I even had to go to AA, and all we did there was find people to drink with.
I had a probation officer tell me: "I don't want you in Mckinney, I don't want you in Denton, I don't want you in Texas, I don't want you in Mexico... I want you in jail."
I feel as if marijuana is my father. It has put me in situations and taught me more about the world than any male role model.
I have had a gun in my face, simply for asking for weed in the wrong neighborhood. They even stole the car.
I have had a gun in my face because my friend had trusted someone he had known since kindergarten. Showed him where we hid our weed, and he brought a big Mexican to come pull a gun, get us on the ground and grab it.
 

My brother died 2 weeks ago.
I could have saved him, because I knew what to do, but my family didn't and I wasn't there.
I have been in and out of jail since I was 14 for nothing more than simple marijuana smoking and possession (I lived in the richest county in Texas, and their money comes from the judicial system).
I am treated like a "mad scientist" even by my own family, because I enjoy herbology and creating my own extractions. Even though my family uses the same ones, they just buy them pre made.
I've never had more than $900 in my life because banks don't give loans to kids, or really anyone any more. And I can't get a job with my history, in this economy.
My parents got a divorce when I was 5.
My step mom told me that I can never even ask her to buy me underwear.
My step dad makes plenty of money (oil and gas man), and knows how the economy is, and pays for all his other kids to go to college, but I have to struggle to get YouTube checks while I apply for jobs all over Denver.
My little brother who died is the only one who would have loved to do what I have planned. I have plans for anyone in my family who wishes to be involved in my life, but he had the most potential, and now he is dead.
I taught both of my little brothers how to walk, and now one of them is dead.
I feel like I lost a child that was mine.