it is time for a debauched entry.
last night (or was it two nights ago? they all blend together now..) i got busted for smoking marijuana in my room. pah. the conversation went a bit like this:
security guard: "what are you smoking?"
me: hands him cigarettes.
i hand him an empty baggy.
"where's the rest?"
"i don't have anymore" (I really didn't)
"no, what about the rest of it"
"i'm sorry, it's gone"
"okay, where's the pipe"
"i rolled it out of a cigarette."
"yeah you just spill the tobacco out and fill it with pot...you know..."
"okay, so did everyone else just leave?"
"....it's just me" (and it was!)
so then he wrote me up and that sucked a lot. cause now i'm waiting to see whether someone contacts me and kills me or somefink. bleh. at least i got to keep my pipe. cause if he didn't buy the cigarette thing, my pipe would be gone, gone, gone. mwahahahaha, i still get to keep my crap south hills mall pipe made by a guy named scott which doesn't have a name so i think i'm going with scott. whoot.