It was July 12, Rachel's birthday. The day really didn't go as planned, but I think it was interesting anyways, to say the least. I was out in Shilo with Rachel after we cut wood for that evening's campfire, when we were wondering where everybody was. Turns out alot of people lived in Brandon and didn't have a ride out to the base, so we decided to call Ass Shock and see if he was coming. He said he didn't have a ride, but if Rachel's mom would drive back into town to get him, he'd pay gas money. So Rachels mom, even though she makes Saddam Hussein look like the nerdy kid people in high school beat up for his lunch money, said that she would pick him up. Into town we went to get Ass Shock. And of course, Ass Shock being Ass Shock, just couldn't have a weekend without pot. Telling Rachel's mom his mom was the one with his money and that she was at a friends house, Ass Shock got Rachels mom to drive him to his dealers house and he picked up a rather large amount of pot. Hey, Im not complaining, Im just saying it was quite a bit of pot. Anywho, we all drove back into Shilo where we went to the teen centre blah blah blah. THEN we came back to Rachels house and put up the tent and lit the fire. Two guys Ass Shock knows, Jarret and somebody, showed up so we went across the way and smoked a bowl or two with them. We just happened to leave th- Oh yah I forgot to say that as soon as we got into Shilo with Ass Shock he immediately went to the skatepark and began selling a bunch of his pot. I never knew Shilo ppl were so desperate... Where was I, oh yes, we left the campfire going with Rachels little sister to watch it while we got stoned. When we got back her mom was putting it out with the hoze and was bitching about responsibility or some shit. So after that happened we had no fire so we decided to go into the tent and play Ouija. BTW there is nothing scary about this story... there was scary things about the day itself, such as Rachels mom, the chipmunk on the phone, the proverbial horror movie revolving around camping teenagers... but you get the point. Anywho we tried playing the Ouija and nothing happened. Maybe because Rachel was getting sick from something and me and Ass Shock were kinda goofing around with it. We left a message on the Ouija answering machine and Im still, to this day, waiting for it to call us back! We got bored with its non-action and then Rachel decides she's gonna puke so she runs outta the tent and throws up all over the grass. I cant find the gravol i usually keep on me for whatever reason so she goes inside and sleeps in her room (at HER party! sheesh) and leaves me and Ass Shock outside with the tent. We made the best of it. After Rachel went inside, we went back into the tent and tried the Ouija one more time. Nothing. Both him and I were quite fustrated so Ass Shock put his genius to work and whipped out his pot. We had a whole mess of things that we involved with the pot smoking like Pez and cigarettes and munchies, but nothing to put them on. So we did what anyone would do and used the Ouija board. After the first bowl we smoked we were pretty high, and it was like we were in a video game! The only light we had was a flashlight that was propped on a pepsi box, and we switched back and forth through levels via the flashlight. Each level was mapped out on the Ouija board and we moved around the board with the lighter. This is also when "Allan" first showed himself. Cursed Allan. Fuck, I mentioned Allan and now Im in a bad mood and I don't feel like writing anymore. Long story short, the light was magickal, Allan is a bitch, the boss bowl was really really hard, and after him we just layed down and tripped out on like the sound of birds and shit and then we passed out. THE END!
Fuck I hate Allan, its all his fault yknow?