My friend and I had managed to meet up to go camping. We had arranged
a spot at a campground, but when we got there it turned out that they
had already rented that spot, so they gave us a camper/RV spot
instead. It was already dark by the time we pitched tent; there were a
few flashes in the distance. "Heat lightning" I told my friend "Tom."
We decided to smoke a joint, and looked around for a place to do
it. As always, the problem with finding inconspicuous places is that
they're, well, inconspicuous. So we ended up walking a good quarter
mile before we found a place with some privacy.

We had just finished the joint (good stuff, BTW; I hadn't had
decent Thai in years), when with a huge crack of thunder, an
enormous thunderstorm enveloped us. We went from dry to drenched
in about 10 seconds. We ran back to camp, barely able to see
through the torrential rain. We got back, and the tent was gone!
No matter, we jumped into the car just to get out of the rain.

Panting, wet, glasses fogged up, we worried about the tent. I looked
around, and there it was, 20 yards away, blown up against something
that looked like a..."Hey look there" said Tom. "There's a guy holding
the tent." That's just what I thought I saw too: a man in a white
raincoat, patiently standing there, waiting for us to come retrieve
the tent. How's that for a stoned thought?  In the middle of a serious
thunderstorm, someone's just gonna stand there holding someone else's
tent? Sure.

So we dashed out of the car, and of course it was a small tree, not
a man, holding the tent. We managed to get it under the car, then
got back inside ourselves, where we sat and talked while it rained
till 4 in the morning. Fortunately we were able to recover the 
sogging ruins of the roach, and with some stoner ingenuity we were
able to get some hits off it. As I kept saying to Tom: "It coulda
been a lot worse: it coulda started storming *before* we got stoned!"

Thank you for reading my little posting.


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