05-16-2011, 08:42 PM
Today was just another day, but not today, because today is today and since today is today and the sun is shining why wouldn’t today be the day that Demi was out enjoying a bit of recreational drug use! Today oh today what woes you lay before me, Because be it for today I wouldn’t be here repeating today over and over again today.
It was one of those days, today, it seemed everything going on in her life had boiled over and since she had started treating herself with her own collections and concoctions for pain it was unlike any other day lately. The acrid smell of weed filled the air as the D’Angelo woman took polite little drags of the joint she had rolled. Beside her sat a big bad of her own mushrooms, she had raised this strand since she started, having inherited them from someone in her old pack. It could have come from her supposed father but who really knew. On the other side sat her mason jar and a bottle of wine, the jar mixed with a wonderful concoction of morning glory seeds and wine to help ease it down. Demi didn’t often go on a binder like this but she was still known for it, even if Teddy had never seen it out of her. She sat like a little goddess with feet crossed up under her, with the sun at her back. The rock she sat on was small and she had chosen it just for that purpose. Demi didn’t like people bogarting her stash and less space for someone to sit and pester her about sharing meant less of a chance of sharing.
Another simple little lady like puff and she inhaled another bit of smoke, her ribs kept her from taking anything more. Then her lips parted letting the smoke flow softly from her lips and nose. Today of all days Demi D’Angelo was getting high, and depending on how your day has gone, it could be you day, today to pester and Bogart her stash.
It was one of those days, today, it seemed everything going on in her life had boiled over and since she had started treating herself with her own collections and concoctions for pain it was unlike any other day lately. The acrid smell of weed filled the air as the D’Angelo woman took polite little drags of the joint she had rolled. Beside her sat a big bad of her own mushrooms, she had raised this strand since she started, having inherited them from someone in her old pack. It could have come from her supposed father but who really knew. On the other side sat her mason jar and a bottle of wine, the jar mixed with a wonderful concoction of morning glory seeds and wine to help ease it down. Demi didn’t often go on a binder like this but she was still known for it, even if Teddy had never seen it out of her. She sat like a little goddess with feet crossed up under her, with the sun at her back. The rock she sat on was small and she had chosen it just for that purpose. Demi didn’t like people bogarting her stash and less space for someone to sit and pester her about sharing meant less of a chance of sharing.
Another simple little lady like puff and she inhaled another bit of smoke, her ribs kept her from taking anything more. Then her lips parted letting the smoke flow softly from her lips and nose. Today of all days Demi D’Angelo was getting high, and depending on how your day has gone, it could be you day, today to pester and Bogart her stash.