We get back to the place and blow some rails of K. It stings like a bitch, but in couple minutes its well worth it. Getting over to the couch and getting the DVD to play was interesting because our motor skills were totally shot. We put on Grateful Dead - Closing of Winterland DVD and start to get into the zone. All of our speech is really slurred and talking is slightly difficult but amusing. We feel really comfortable at this point physically and with each other. Its great to have pals that you get so fucked up around and not have to feel self conscious at all. Jerry starts to rip it and I get total tunnel vision. We decide it would be nice to smoke a J and I someone how manage to twist a something sweet up.

By the way, we have a seriously dank hook up. We have been getting all kinds of organic, soil-grown strains: calimist, blockhead, sage, etc... The shit smells divine and tastes delicious.

After the J, my vision gets all blurry and I feel like I've sunken several feet into the couch. The DVD is on and keeps moving back and forth from the focal point to the background as my mind swirls in a state in between a waking and sleeping dream.