Fucking right, thanks all. I'm high as shit now so I'll throw on some tunes and bust the story out I guess... it is long as fuck though. I think I might be able to shorten it but if I'm gonna tell it I'm gonna tell it, because it is kinda sketchy if you don't hear it all. It does all relate to the story, as ridiculous as it will seem at first...
My friend Collin's 11th birthday present was permission to move to his basement because he is easily annoyed and his mother is a naturally annoying person. Little did he know this would be enormously helpful when he began smoking weed six years later, and in his sophomore year of high school he dropped out, so he was generally home. As a result his place became a standard place to go unannounced to burn some tree in our circle of friends.
One of the kids we sorta hung out with was this kid Matt. He was really obnoxious, just like the stereotypical fat asshole. He jewed us on bags all the time, he was always inappropriate to the point of being a pain in the ass, like it wasn't normal sexual shit among guys... it was disturbing shit, or him claiming about how his fat ass plowed some chick we knew he didn't. Real stupid. Like really fucking stupid. But he sold us good weed and he always had it when no one else did, so we tolerated it.
One time he went over to Collin's in a standard unannounced fashion, but like.. we normally woke the kid up... Matt didn't. He just went into Collin's fridge, drank some of his beer, watched his TV, and used his house phone while Collin slept. He's a dumbass though, and left the phone off the hook. So he left, and later on Collin's grandma was all pissy because there was no dial tone, so she went to Collin's room to investigate.
Because Collin lives in a locked basement room his mom and grandma never went into, he leaves all his shit on a table right in the middle of his room in the plainest view possible. So Collin's grandma breaks in to the sight of Collin's 300$ bong, lighters, a grinder, a bag, mad isopropyl alcohol (he's obsessive), a few plates with collections of stems, resin, or kief... like you're a 68 year old woman, this shit is sketchy as fuck, you know? So she snags the bong and tells Collin she threw it in the trash compacter...
Collin was in a whole new dimension of pissed off, that bong was his pride and joy. And Matt was always kinda a touchy subject, we were always barely tolerating his shit, and this was the last straw. Collin confronted him about it and Matt denied even being there, even though we checked Caller ID and it was Matt's girlfriend who was called. So Collin discretely stole Matt's 360 (to this day I have no idea how) with the intention of selling it on eBay to make some money back for a new bong, but then realized if it was taken on Live he could get fucked if Matt decided to report it.
So he kept it for a year, never really used it... Collin was going to Cali to visit his girlfriend, as he was cleaning out his shit his mom told him to "get his shit out of her closet" and it turned out the bong was intact, but at that point... anyways, he was going to Cali for a couple months and my friend Grant had mono so he lent the 360 to him. When Collin got back he wanted it back, but he didn't know Grant too well (having dropped out), and really just kinda bought weed from him every so often. Being lazy, he asked me to retrieve it. I did, and kept forgetting to give it to him and slowly he kinda forgot to remind me... and I just found it the other day like six months later. So now I have it haha. That is the story behind my illegitimate acquisition of an XBox 360.
