The train escape.
So we were siting in a play "train" in a park near a lake. we proceed to smoke a few joints and our pathetic attempt to hotbox one of the toy train "cars" ends up in failure. Justin looks freaked out and looked into my eyes, i tilt my head in Confusion and Shane just starts staring at the ground. The conversation starts up without hesitation. Justin begins with slight hesitation.. something must be wrong here.
"what if some guy was parachuting out of a plane and his parachute malfunctioned and he crashed into this train in the park"?
my head reverts to normal position at this point at i peak my head out of the train to look into the sky.
"your stoned" i state to him, its obvious.. or is it. maybe i haven't been thinking this thoroughly.. maybe it is after all possible? "no cant be" did i say that to them or did they just ignore me? By the time i have my head back in the train. i realize my friends have followed my instincts and are now, themselves inspecting the starlight backdrop.
"holy fuck lets get out of here" Justin exclaims with horror.
"your mad" i suggest without much intent. Me being the only one now left in the train i proceed to get out. First step is intense, maybe he was right. After all he is still staring into that black filled void of a sky.
"quickly" i shout. "we must escape our prison before the sun rises". Shane nods his head in agreement. Eagerly we leave the tainted zone for impact bodies that could fall all around us at every moment.
"Justin Goyer man what the fuck are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it man" he reverts his head to look at mine. i smile and were on our trek back. The road is curved and our legs at this curve with it.

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Hash and the gravity Bong
The grateful shed was a grateful place to be. 4 lawn chairs, a bench a lamp, portable heater, a radio with tape deck and almost every pot smoking device imaginable in a convenient table. Grateful dead pipe, the glass green bong, the half bottle hookah, the long spiral orange and red pipe and of course the "shrimp tycoon" a steam roller consisting of pen, tape, and good times. Nothing, Nothing compared to the gravity bong, Knocked many people back, and into stoned times, Some into vomiting. That was, the grateful shed. A small place in abbotsford that held many peoples fondest memories in that point in time.

So we were siting in the grateful shed and finally chris comes in with the hash. Could have had a lot more but i'm not complaining. Filled up that glorious machine of a Bong. Gravity did its part and we all got ripped. I fucked up and pulled what some have done in the past and screwed up my hit a little. Oh well time moves on. Everyone was stoned off there first Hit. 2ed round hits chris hard. He goes quite.. this has to be some great hash. It hasn't hit us as hard as it did then in awhile. Were baked, this is a higher level of it. some clarity with it. My tinted green glasses do the trick. I can see, but i am seeing through hash. I think what i have never thought before. Something is relating to me, it feels cartoonish, but not in a way of just visuals. This is cartoon, a new feeling and relization a new bonding and odd feelings and thoughts. I cant belive my mind is thinking this. Feels somewhat abstract. Unrealistic vision. Confused mind. Prime time video style but in a new way. I'm stoned. Highly twisted in my own device. Stoned and torn. We walk into a fenced hallway in the world, a path.
"imagine this on mushrooms" justin says. I cant believe until now what part of a world i was in but now i jump back to conversation. "me and ryan were on mushrooms here, this is were i lost my arm". he explains.

[B]My god what an amazing park, so much to look at so many twisting and curving trees this is aesthetics of nature, this is a park at its best. We head down a path and come to what we think at first is a stop in the path. No no, we see more. An upwards look to the top of what appears to be a massive hill in a forest of twisted trees and leafs. We began our real journey, the adventure begins. Next second i know were climbing, not with our hands mind you but fairly steep. My foot is curved down, but for some reason i can not figure out at which angel i am climbing at. This is a difficult adventure but going to be well well worth it. Climbing hysteria when i break off into Laughter, Euhporia and relaxation. My mouth needs water but my mind is lost in another land.

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G3 Adventure
Cone Joint time our minds wander while the rolling is begining but near the end we each inspect it. seems right. seems better than right. We spark that coned creature in the greatful shed. Time gets fuzzy and next thing i know were thinking about inside. we all procced to agree it would be a groovy decision.

we get inside we had turned on the stoner "green " light and put on g3 with Steve vai. 30 minutes into this insane electric mesh of brilliantly cultivated playing style i begin wishing my body was made up of particles of glowing light. and while i hover and glow within myself it warms me till i become transferred into a position and think i am behind myself. and it is a picture.
i take it and frame it in my subconscious.

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The Game
it was dark and the game was on. Andy was with me.
"Fucking with 7 goals! that's 6 this period." andy mumbles
"that amazing"
The TV at this point was muttering at a low volume but that didn't seem to vase us. we were both in the game. Andy opened his mouth to end some silence.
"they pulled.. they switched there goalies... oh what a save".
TV muttering some players name.. he hangs onto the wistle. Somthing goes silent Andrew looks shocked.
"my foots on the ps2.... and it feels like its pulsating.." Followed by an awkwardly confused but happy look." Domi score a goal domi.. Ohh. i want to get a goal with domi".
"37 seconds" I'm far to into the game to be mentioning anything but the game at this point. it.. intensifiers.
"oh fuck i want to fight" andy exlames. we at this point both come to the awkwardly funny and intense feeling that the hockey game is somewhat real.
"here we go fight 20 seconds left.. oh.. shit".
"oh my god" i somehow speak.
Oh oh he is killin him.. Brutal body shots.. hes getting worked. Brian Allan might lose this fight.. hes.. ki. Brian Allan is going for it.. going for the knock out.!
"my god this is going to be on the news" i exclaimed with surrealistic thought.
"that was the most vicious fight of the year folks". Andy exclaimes next. "that was an even match"..
" .... " I'm stunned.
"This game is full of intensity john".. Oh jezz this game's getting vilio- nt."