So its the fourth of July, and my sister invited me to a party she was having at her apartment in Sommerville, right outside of Boston. This is what happened...
So i take my buddy scott along with me, and we show up to the party, nothing out of the ordinary, just a bunch of graduate students drinking and grilling. So me and scott enjoy the party for a while, we drink, we eat we have a good time. Now the time comes when me and scott realize we should probably smoke some pot, because comeon, who doesnt like a good toke? So we ask around the party, and to our surprise, none of these graduate kids have any weed. So we decide to take matters into our own hands, and walk the streets of sommerville and see if we can score some weed. Now, Sommerville is just outside of Boston, next to cambridge, and its not the sketchiest of places, however some parts can be pretty sketchy, including the projects and budget housing developments. So me and my buddy are walking down the street when we see this fat black kid on a bike who looks about our age. His name is Clifford, and he tells us he can get us some good weed, except the only problem is that we have to go to the projects to get it. Now, Im already sketched out about this, but we were pretty desparate to get some weed, so we followed clifford down to the projects. Once we get there, there is a little courtyard where there are about 10 kids ranging in ages from 13-18. Most are spanish, some are white, but all are dressed ghetto. Clifford introduced us to this one spanish kid name George, who tells us he can score us some good haze for $20. Now me and scott tell george theres no way we're giving him our money unless he lets us come with him or give him collateral. George replies that he cant let us come in, but in exchange for our $20 he gives us his Blinged out Chain, while he goes inside the projects to retrive our goods. SO while were waiting outside for george to come back, this sketchy ass lady whos 40 years old comes out and asks us a bunch of questions...WHere are you from? what do you guys need? you kids wanna come to my apartment? do you like to party? do you wanna buy some OC's, Subox's?....sketchy ass hell and we pretty much just told her to leave us alone. Anyways, after dealing with her its been about twenty minutes since george has taken our money and there is still no sign of him. Were getting pretty worried and figure we just got robbed, but hey we have this kids chain and even if it is fake its still worth about what we just lost. So we decide to wait a little longer just to see if george decides to come back. All of a sudden this huge spanish guy named ralphie, all blinged out, celtics jersey, sweatband, fake rolex, etc. comes out to us and asks me and my friend where we're from. We tell him lowell, and he tells us we have two seconds to leave before and shoots us (flashes his gun in his wasteband). Now me and scott are pretty surprised and shocked and we cant tell if this kid is messing around with us or what. Again he tells us we have two seconds to leave before he kills the both of us. SO he takes back georges chain and me and scott leave, down $20 and our dignity down the drain.
Now after we got robbed, me and scott were pretty bumbed out and we headed back to the party where we drank..alot more. By now its pretty late, and my sister and all her buddies go to the bar for a while. She tells us not to mess the place up, but we can drink and eat whatever. SO me and scott take some more shots, eat some food then decide to go on another walk. Now its about midnight and its raining and we have no idea where to go or what to do. So we're chilling by these budget housing towers at the busstop, where we see these two black guys, both around 40 years old and one on a pair of crutches. The non cripple black guy is holding a case of budweiser, so we figure hes a pretty chill guy, he doesnt look sketchy and neither does his buddy. So i go up to him and ask him if he has any weed i can get or if he knows where i can get some. Now think of all the black sterotypes youve ever heard, and put them all together in one 40 year old black man from southern boston. And thats this guy. "Yo man! i need some of that shit too man! oh shit son, my buddy upstairs has some of that shit man! yo' come up dere wit me man and ill get you some of that shittt." so me and scott follow these two black guys to the 12th floor of this apartment complex and he lets us in and we sit down in his living room. The black guy on crutches finishes a bottle of schnapps and turns the tv on. The other black guy is showing us around his place. "yo man! this is my bachelor pad man! this is the penthouse suit man! dont worry son i aint got no hoe whos gonna yell at us for smoking in here" "here man this is all i drink (he holds up a forty of natty ice." anyways, he ends up going to get his neighbor who has the pot while the guy on crutches chooses the movie "Mean Guns" on ondemand to watch. so the other guy comes back with his neighbor who is a fifty year old skinny white guy who used to be in hells angels (he told us all about it). SO he sells me a dime bag of some weed that looks pretty shitty. so we roll up a J and smoke these 3 old guys up. we finish smoking and we thank them and were on our way. We get back to the apartment, make some food and then all of a sudden me and scott cannot stop laughing. I mean like non stop uncontrollable laughing, the kind you get when you hit a bong for the first time in your life. now me and scott have been smoking pot for years and years, and we have never come across and weed that looked this shitty but made us so high! it was like a gift from god, well more like a gift from Don from hells angels.
SO thats my adventure in boston on the fourth of july. dont ever go near any projects. and never trust a spanish person. thats about it. oh and black guys are the shit.