Johnq D.
Yelp
(Spoiler: I know, TL;DR. At least read the end first, if you start to think I'm being a d-ck, yeah?)
I totally just went to Sparc on Mission for a "free dabs and pizza promo." Just two dabs and a little bit of pizza. And I went from Bayview to Mission. And that was it! Now I'm back home. Haha! Fun. (I have work, blah)
Funny thing, it didn't really have much of an effect. I like CHALLENGED the guy. "Dabs don't do anything for me. I don't know whyyyyy." So, his lovely assistant said, "Punch him in the face." With a dab. So, he's all, "Oh, okay." (And then there's this guy behind me I've been flirting with like you would not believe) Anywho, I take my dabs. And all three of them, HotAF, LovelyAF, and BluntAF, are like, "Oh, sh-----t." Meanwhile, I say thanks, and take my pizza.
I need to get water, so I go get some water (they have a whole, like, bar sink station. Huh ) And I nosh on my pizza. And then I come back. "So, I have like a massive tolerance and this didn't seem to do sh-t. I think that's what it is." Someone else there said, "Yeah, that's prob it." (There was more, but this was the shell of the nut) And then the dab station was closed by then, so I could get no more dab, even though I figured i could do another. Oh, well. I took another sliver of pizza. They were bite-sized anyway.
Outside, I talk to someone real quick. Big hulking dude. And I say, "Yahno, there are potheads and there are potheads." And he's like, "What do you mean?" And I say, "I MEAN, I just did what I did and I feel nothing." I'm not sure I feel "nothing," mind you. But I'm just saying. And he says, "It's all about tolerance. It takes a lot to get me going, too." Right? Right. So, I said, "Good night to you," or something to that effect. And I bounced. #cefgw
I have wicked tolerance. It is messed up. Or it's like my supah powah, 'n' sh-t.
I am high AF.