What's going on kiddies? This is Kylie speaking, here to tell you a story about what happened to me last week at a smoking session. Yes a smoking session with someone i thought was my "friend" and
I was at a friend of a friends house off campus. I brought my roomate along for moral support and it was three boys..one girl was definitely not going to serve as a good look for me. So we went back the boys house after making a quick liquor store run. My "friend" bought me a 4 loko which was cool since i felt like chilling and relaxing that night. So when we got to the boy's house we got straight to it. He started rolling, they got the classic "high tunes" playing, and another boy started the hotdogs for the munchies afterward. I watched my "friend" roll casually since i'm not a roller, you know just tried to pick up on a few hints. Once the blunt was rolled it was put into rotation and must i say it was some GREAT shit. Kudos to the weedman. After the blunt was done we sat back and relaxed. Shortly after 3 other females strolled in, some of which i had seen around campus. All were tipsy. Smh. fail ass females. After they were seated one of the boys got started in this wild ass story and everybody else was really into it...except me. I could give two fucks about what he was saying. I'm high..i'm just worried about staying on flight. So i look around and notice my "friend" starting to roll the next blunt. I'm looking at him, but every so often. I really had no interest in that either. When i glance at him again i notice he pulls out a small little baggie the size of a button baggie and he has what looks like crushed pills/powder in it. Idk that shit is, alls i know is it aint weed, he slick doing it, and didn't nobody alert me about this change of substance. This mother fucker just tried to lace my faucking weed! Like on some 110% shit. smh. Tf man! He continues to roll and he passes to me but i cop out and say i'm done. If i aint never saw a whaleface, guranteed he gave me one that night. So he passes it to the nigga next to him, but when he passes he leans in and whispers in his ear. Idk what he said but all i know is that the boys stared at it long and hard, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to take a hit. After that i made sure i was able to get the fuck outta there. The fun had ended and his sneaky bullshit had started to blow my high and my empty loko can did nothing for me that night.
The moral of this story is to be aware. Always know where you are headed and pay attention to your surroundings. I will never be that high or that drunk around people i do not know. I will not be that girl. Know the company you keep. My roomate doesn't smoke or drink but she was there and i trust her. Everybody is not your friend and people will not always have your best interest at heart. One good thing to go by when you're out is to think as if you are the only one. If you're not watching then who will. I woke up scared the next morning wondering what could have happened that night and i'm glad i was alert. Don't ever get caught slipping.
