This happened about a year ago. My friends and I were stoned, hanging out at this spot we called "The Island." I have no idea why we named it that—it wasn’t an island, but the name just stuck. We were chilling, listening to some hip-hop, and getting into deep conversations (you know, that kind of high talk). Out of nowhere, we heard this massive car crash. It sounded really loud, though that might... » Continue Reading
This is one of the shorter stories, but I still want to write it down because it’s pretty legendary to me. It happened sometime near the end of seventh grade. It all started during a one-hour break, and for some reason, I decided to go over to "K’s" house. His place was a complete wreck. His room had a broken window, and there was a collapsed cupboard in the living room. Clothes, cigarette butts, ... » Continue Reading
This is one of the shorter stories I like to tell people, but it’s still one of my favorites. It happened back in seventh grade. I remember talking with a couple of friends when we heard a loud noise coming from the hallway. Curious, we decided to check it out, and there we saw two guys, let's call them "K" and "S," having a fight. At first, it was funny because their fight looked like something o... » Continue Reading
One time, a few friends and I decided to have a drinking night. For two of them, it was their first time, so things went downhill pretty quickly. I remember we had a bottle of lemon Fernet, some vodka, and about two grams of weed. Since I didn’t want anyone from my class to find out I smoke, I passed on the joint, and so did the others—except for one guy, who smoked the whole thing by himself. I w... » Continue Reading