One of the last customers of the day at the shop was looking for a torch for her dabs. She was kinda lame. Then she got really lame, complaining about the prices of things she wanted to buy to get high. Lame enough that I lost my patience and started clowning on her. "It's a rough life!" And so on and so forth...

She was either a great sport, or incredibly dense, because she took my sarcastic shit-talk at face value- "I know right?" Good for her... maybe. But still- fucking stoners.

Fifteen minutes later I'm putting water in the bong, and without any warning the motherfucker goes to pieces in my hands. So right now I'm about to smoke a couple out of a glass bong held together by packing tape. Worst case scenario is I inhale glass shards, shred my larynx, and then can only communicate to the entire world through Clashtalk posts. Sounds like a no-lose scenario.

Anyhoo, my point was, fuck stoners, and fuck the weed gods today.