that time?
regular homerolled cigarettes
now, since you brought it up, i can share this story with you
several years before this incident i had a paper route, two actually, and a dirtbike
the one route i had was downtown and id do it on my bicyle, but the other route was out in the country and id do it on my dirtbike
well, one day im a party, drinking, and smoking some stuff, having a blast when i realize its getting late
i mean, late
i mean, so late, its early again
so early in fact, it is time to get up and go do my paper route
still a little dazed, drunk and doped up i decided to do my country route first
you ever ride a dirtbike half stoned half drunk? its not quite the rush regular full bore dirtbiking is, but its still quite enjoyable
so im in and out of ditches, jumping curbs, popping wheelies and delivering newspapers when i come to this one house with a ditch and a mound kinda hiding the house
well, this conbination is a perfect jump even with my delayed reaction time and fuzzy responses
so i hit the ditch at about a 30 degree angle, hit the dirt mound , fly across the gravel walk way and through the glass front door
i put the newspaper on the stairs, thought to myself "what a weird place for a staircase" picked up my bike and moved on to the next address
i never heard a word of it, and even wondered if it truly happened, untill years and years later i found out the newspapers insurance paid to replace the broken door.
