I smoked a nice J with my old skool friends last night. Boy, I sure do miss them while I'm in D.C. Unfortunately I won't be able to see them until they drive down to visit the new apartment in May. Oh well -- at least I was able to squeeze in a nice smokey smoke session into this weekend's busy schedule.

And let me just tell you the story about how I procured said J. It was 9:30 on Friday morning -- one hour before my train was to leave Union Station for New York. Debbie said it was up to me to get the weed since her dealer 'fell through' (a.k.a. she was too lazy/cheap to get any herself), so I had to IM my source. He told me to head up to his room on the sixth floor, and I do, only to find him stumbling around his room, seemingly drunk. Apprently he had eaten shrooms on Wednesday night and had a bad trip. He could not even stand. His poor roommate was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room, which made things very awkward.

My source offered me a J for $15 and said he'd roll another for just a little bit more. I knew I'd be getting ripped off, but I threw down a $20 bill, grabbed the J, and split. It was just too weird. If he can't even stand up straight, how on Earth was he going to roll a joint? And might I add -- WHO THE HELL BUYS DRUGS AT 9:30 IN THE MORNING? Me, apparently. Argh.

PS I head back to D.C. tomorrow, thank God. Which reminds me -- happy Easter to those that are moronic enough to be a Christian.