I think the best thing about smoking is the people that you are around when you do it.  I am fortunate enough to have some kick ass, laid back, hilarious friends.  This particular time i recall pertains to my friend Joe, the whole fucking group was there or atleast thats what we all decided because everybody was to fucking fried to remember who actually witnessed this event.  It was a normal friday night, or atlwast i think it was friday- hell who cares- anyways, we were chillin in the Isuzu Trooper driving, toking, you know normal routine just cruising and after a while we all got stoned as shit and we were driving in a normal residential neighborhood.  My friend Joe, who we all decided was the most responsible to drive, well yeah he was four blunts deep into his high and i the co-pilot had more than enough to be considered quote unquote "spaced out".  So we were cruising and listening to hed pe's broke album, and like i said we were driving in a normal neighborhood and something told me to snap out of it and i realized that we had come to a complete stop or maybe we had been stopped for a while couldnt tell.  We were in the middle of the street STOPPED, i look at Joe and ask him what hes doing and he snaps out of it too looks up and says "Oh shit" and starts laughing.  I dont get it but i laugh anyways cuz im stoned then he points at the mailbox right up ahead on the right side of the road.  Well wouldnt you know it that mailbox was red and my stoner friend there mistook it for a stop sign. How on earth could someone mistake a mailbox for a stop sign-who knows- but my friend joe will forever go into the stoner hall of fame for that.  Who buys a red mailbox anyways?

-Yanira