This has happened to me....STORY TIME
Well one day, two of my friends and I decided we would give biking a break for a day, and just chill. While we were chilling though, we thought it would be fun to eat some shrooms (over an eigth each). The plan for spending our day on shrooms was to go for a hike up to a popular viewpoint. The trail is only 1.8km, but decently difficult if you're out of shape, if you're not then you're in the clear for a fun hike (which we all are).
I packed a little "trip kit" with some snacks, music, and a notebook. Whenever I trip, I always have good ideas, but can never remember them, for example: "Grass should be clean, cuz I'd eat it."
We walk from my house to the tralhead, which took probably over an hour and a half. There were thundershowers, so we stopped at a park and took shelter for a while. Once it cleared up, we continued to the trail. By the time we get to it, we're starting to feel the effects, and just hike up, but we didn't really do much hiking, it was more of a run, as for the way down. So we get to the top, we're zoomin' pretty good with a sick view of the town, smoke a few bowls, eat some apples, it was great.
Such a good day so far and then this ginger woman comes by and chats. at first we were like, okay, cool what evs. Then she started to talk about religion. WHOa! Wrong place wrong time girl. Fuck. she started to tell us how god loved us everyone so much. I pulled out my notebook and wrote something. I took several notes, preparing a rebuttle for her fucking chatter. I myself am religious, but many would not know or thing so.
I snapped at this bitch. I said "You coming up here to talk to us about God and to preach to us is like me going into the bank later this afternoon, and telling everyone how much pow I skied, getting faceshots each turn. Do you think any of those people give a fuck? NO! and neither do we. I think you're just trying to make up reasons to believe in God for yourself, because I truely think you don't actually believe, but want to. So do us a favour, and leave." This is what I wrote in my book, and said that to her, and elaborated on those thoughts.
She was stunned, as was I and my friends as we sat there not knowing what the fuck just happened. Soon after, she had a little thing to say, then left. after that we walked down to the beach and chilled some more while talking about how fucked that whole situation was, although it was insanely hilarious, because of our state of mind, and how I handled the situation.
Story time over. Sweet dreams.
Eat my granola dick newschoolers.