I thought this picture a good representation of how far we have come from Happy Valley. Who would have known that one day you would go to Kansas to get hotboxed? The Killers concert had it's share of pot smokers, and we happened to be nestled right in the middle of one group of really nice people, more than willing to share their toys with everyone around them. We were just 20 feet from the stage, how could we give up our place? We dealt with it for as long as possible (I think Milli more than dealt with it, she hasn't stopped talking about it since that night), and then left.
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HAR DE HAR HAR...IF BY 'TOYS,' YOU MEAN, MARA-JU-ANA, THEN MIKE AND I HAD A VERY SIMILAR EXPERIENCE AT A CONCERT IN OAHU. UB 40, THE GROUP, AND WEED THE MAINSTAY. IT WAS GREAT AND ALL, BUT AFTER THE 15TH OFFERED DOOBIE, MADDIE STARTED KICKING IN MY STOMACH TO TELL ME HE WASN'T HAVING ANY MORE SWEET SMOKE SENT DOWN MY BREATHING PIPES.
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