I’ve always been involved the world of marijuana. I always like to participate in things that could take it all to another level. So I got invited to a private party that was going to have various vendors, I knew I had to go.
I decided to start my journey with a vendor who had been recommended to me by a friend. She was a brunette bombshell wearing red who had a great selection of different strains and everything looked AMAZING. As soon as I approached her table, she greeted me with a smile and a charming personality.
She asked me what I was looking for and I told her I wanted to try something that was going to blow my mind. She recommended a strain called “Michies Peaches” which she said was one of her personal favorites. I agreed to give it a try and handed her a donation.
As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I quickly found a quiet spot in the room to sit and rolled up a joint.
The moment I lit up and took my first puff, I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. The room seemed to come alive with color and sound. I looked over at the bombshell and she gave me a wink.
“Holy cow. This tastes like freaking peaches.” I thought to myself.
I couldn’t help but smile as I knew I had found something stellar. I was high school high, man.
After finishing my first joint, I decided to explore some of the other vendors. I approached a group of guys who had set up a makeshift grow room in the corner of the room. They had a variety of different strains, each with their own unique aroma.
I tried a few of their samples and was blown away by the quality. The buds were fresh and sticky, and the high was incredibly smooth. I knew that I had to buy some of their product, so I handed them a donation for a few items and made my way back to the bombshell.
I showed her my latest purchase and she seemed genuinely impressed. She told me that the guys I had got some things from were known for their quality, and that I had made a smart choice.
As the night went on, I continued to explore the different vendors and tried many products. I met a variety of different people, each with their own story and personality. I even met a guy who had brought his pet snake to the party, which was definitely an interesting sight to see.
By the end of the night, I had tried a variety of different strains and had bought from almost every vendor in the room. I felt like I had discovered a new world of possibilities, and I look forward to attending again.
As I said my goodbyes and left the party, the bombshell handed me a bag of some of the best buds I had ever seen. They looked like snow covered micro mountains that glittered like Michael Jackson’s socks. She winked at me and said “John, you’re welcome to come back any time.”
I smiled and thanked her for the amazing night, knowing that I had just experienced something awesome. I couldn’t wait to try out the buds she had given me and it was going to be an adventure, and I was ready for it. The little gift bag was cute too.
The night air hit my face as I walked to my car. It felt nice and cool. The flow was easing my mind and I started the Tie-Fighter and set my course for home…
This story is fiction based on numerous events I’ve attended over time smashed into a single story. These “parties” exist all over the place and I’m quite sure they will continue virtually forever. But it wasn’t always this way, they were once all in one place. But the authority of the matter didn’t like that and shattered it like a broken mirror. Now instead of one large mirror, there are shattered pieces scattered everywhere now. Like when a star goes SuperNova, the debris will reach across its entire galaxy and nothing will go untouched as nothing is ever destroyed. It just changes form.
Particles Of The SuperNova
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