My first day on the job painting houses I was introduced to Rob. Our first conversation went something like:
Rob: Hey dude, so your in college?
Me: Yep.
Rob: You bang a lot of chicks up there?
Me: Oh yeah….you know it dude…tons. I can’t keep them off me.
Rob: Ha ha. Yeah….So you must do a lot of partying, huh?
Me: You betcha.
Rob: You ever eat shrooms?
Me: Sure!
Rob: Well come by my house after work and ill hook you up with some.
I had been at work for maybe a half an hour.
My jaw must have dropped and as far as I was concerned I just stumbled on the best job ever. I didn’t care that Rob talked to himself, that everyone else at work told me to stay away from him because he was severely schizophrenic, or that he looked kind of like Splinter from teenage mutant ninja turtles. All I knew is that this guy had shrooms that he seemed to be offering to me for free. Awesome.
After work I went over to his apartment. The walls were painted black and he had hand painted pentagrams, upside down crosses, and dungeons and dragons type shit all over the walls. In the living room he had a large fish tank that was filled with growing mushrooms. He gave me about an eighth for free and told me that if I wanted more I would have to trade him some weed for it. Fair enough. I went over to his house every Friday after work and we would trade. It was a fun summer.
2 comments:
I must have missed this story, you need to write about some of Rob's crazy stories....
Like the time he told you that him and his friends were told to take flashlights and lay in the ditches on their backs on a small road with the flaslights pointed straight up and then out of nowhere a small plane landed on the road carrying big sacks of weed...and they all unloaded them.
I may have the story wrong.
why did I see delphwan price at rob's house studying screwdrivers?
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