I enjoyed the intersectionality of the stories.
Flyin1420 was there for my the first bite of my first overindulgence. I had a migraine at the time, so my stomach had shut down, which meant I kept eating, waiting for something to happen. Digestion didn't kick in until Inwas on light rail the next morning, on my way to downtown PDX. The train ride was a blast, but then my vision and balance disappeared somewhere near 5th and Alder.
Suzycrmcheese's story brought back memories. I was a sophomore in high school and lived just a few miles away. We used to gossip about that house, except most of the stories placed some dangerous gang or cartel on the property, so we stayed the hell away. I mean, only criminals grew pot, right? Nancy Reagan said so. I have no idea how we knew or if it was just a rumor based on what I now know to be a good guess. I wanted to nominate this story for the "It's a Small World" award.
The whole contest was a blast. Stories are fun.
Okay, now your earlier reference becomes clear...lol. Oh, and the rumors were all true. My husband was a member of a motorcycle club, which according to the police, was a gang that laundered their drug money through
their Toy Run for the needy...total bs. Sure they liked to go fast, party, and color outside of the lines, but MOST were average guys with jobs and families.
This is awesome!!!!! Thanks so much for the fun...thank you sponsor!!! Loved reading everyone's stories!!!! I'm going to love that grinder...I have some buds that have the density of a rock!