Replying to A must high production read u must.

i just had one of thoes kight where you are like what thee fuck man, so I am uber lit. So i have decided to write a story about my night. Well it all started this morning when i rolled out of bed at about 10am, as i roll out of bed i see my bowl sittin there so i pick er on up and take a few puffs just to get that buzz strong enoughf to make a ham and egg sanwitch. So i do. Then i grab the car keys hit the remote start and then get in the car and then i backed out and drove to larsons ski and sport where i picked up some new skis. nut they wernt ready yet so i went to wheat ridge cyclery, my ex employer, and i checked out the new store man was it nice. The i went back and got my skis and drove home. Then i went back downstairs to work on some school work. My assignment was to logg a bunch of footage and title it all, aka lame super lame, so i needed some assistance from my good friend lil rippy, some of you might know him, others not, but the truth is rippy is a bong, rippy gets me high. and he also helps my day go by. he gets me high into the sky. so me a lil rippy "logg" some footy about 3 or 4 bowls worth, so then i make lunch cuz i am hungry so i do. then its time for class, so i hop in the hooptie and take off down the highway. and man o man it was one crazy drive. but dont worry i make it all the way to red rocks which is my current educator. so i am like ripped right, so i walk into class and we have to present our movies, so some kids start presenting and these kids couldnt edit worth a shit, so i go up and share my masterpiec witht he class, and they all love it the teacher loves it. so after class i head home. and i sit down at the computer and her somethng talking to me, it was lil rippy he was all like "cam smoke me smoke me cam" so of course got to help a friend out, so i smoke hime for him. that is where i am now, so high i cant feel my legs and the room starts to blur, every key on the keyboard is changing colors when i hit them, and the keyboard moves, iv been typing for so long that my finger tips start to freez and cant move. i feel like that guy from fear and loathing in las vegas. discribing my symptons from being toooo high, like to the point of seeing things that arnt there.


i ask anyone who can read this please translate it for me or maybe edit it, i may whnt to see this when i becoome sober once again.


thanks and love,

killa