#sb2013

This happened last year sometime in the spring. I have never been so high in my life.

My friends and I had decided to go camping in my brother's backyard: a HUGE jungle where you can't even see the back fence with all the vines and thick trees. Lil Jon ran an extention cord from the garage to the thick backyard and we setup the hulking tent with a laptop and a big set of speakers.

The night needed to get started sooner or later, so we dropped what we were doing and adventured through the trees to smoke a few bowls. I already felt the effects hitting me, but I didn't realize it until we were situated in the tent and unwinding the twisted up extention cord. It seemed to go on for miles and miles, so I kept asking why it was taking so long. We were trapped forever in a perpetually repeating world of extention cord untangling. I started to get paranoid and heard footsteps, afraid that someone was on to us. I kept saying things like " someone knows" and I found myself rolling around on the floor freaking out. After that passed, I heard the smooth flowing of music blowing up my mind. The bass was like a liquid flowing over my body.

Taking more and more smoke breaks, I found myself staring at the wifi password query. I knew the password, but I was bleakly staring at the screen. Everyone came to the realization that we all had the hardcore munchies, so Ching-Chong and I made some ramen and came back with a few cups. With food covered, we started 21 Jump Street on the laptop. I don't remember a single scene in the entire movie excluding the high scene when the guys see a coach turn into an ice cream cone, whistle blaring like a train horn. For what felt like hours, everyone was laughing to the point of elated tears.

Shortly after the movie ended, Lil Jon called another friend to join the menagerie. When Handy finally showed up, he pulled out several bags of fragrant weed. Shutting the tent briskly, we blazed the ganja in a rampant circle, passing every manner of blunts and joints around the group briskly. The tent became so thickly fogged that identifying the member adjacent to you in the circle was a task in itself. Handy left shortly after, and we ended up chilling out for a while with the music still playing joyously.

Out of nowhere, we heard creepy noises from outside the tent, so I immediately yelled to the others that the dinosaur from Jurassic Park that spits poison had arrived. Lil Jon told me that it was only my brother whistling. I sobered up a bit and heard him complain about the ridiculous display of garbage outside, so I held my composure and told him we would clean it up in the morning because I was completely confused.

Johnny Bravo fell asleep, but the rest of us wouldn't have it. Flying across my face, I saw a can of soda impale the sleeping victim. We all exploded in laughter and Johnny Bravo awoke in a rage, so we gave him more ganja. I heard someone scream violently, and I looked over to see that Johnny Bravo had spilled a cup of ramen right on my laptop, but I casually laughed at it.

The rest of the night was a fuzz. I woke up at a [5] and realized that there were spilled drinks everywhere and that the tent reeked of weed and ramen. Everyone packed up and left, so I relaxed in my brother's house for a while, waiting for a cookout they were having later. I had a lingering stomach ache all day, with no clue why, so I gathered my things and went to my house to cope with it. I started to puke and my entire abdominal area felt like it had been run over by a truck. I ended up in the hospital...with appendicitis.