03-11-2014, 10:03 AM
I bought some hash once back in the '70s. It was my first year of college and I was still living at home, commuting to UCF. I was totally paranoid about where to stash the stuff, then I got the brilliant idea to hide it up in the attic. Hash was super rare, so I called some friends and made big plans to go to the beach and get f'd up on it that weekend. When the weekend came I couldn't find that cuss to save my life. I guess its still up there somewhere.