Date:July 2000

Temperature:+28c

Location:Calgary "$300 US an ounce indoor" Canada

It was hot

Like...holy hell...it was really hot

And me and my buddy Darren had no dubs to keep us cool

And we had a good wad of cash burning holes in our pockets.

Christ it sucks not having a car.

Anyway, the starts with Darren cruising over to my joint to see if we can score some buds from somewhere and maybe have a semi-decent day.

12:00 - Nothing

2:00 - Still Nothing

3:00 - I am contemplating smoking some banana peels....

3:30 - Mmm bananas....

So 4 o clock rolls around and we still have no weed...
Sweltering in my house, we happen to perk up and hear the jingling chimes of the Ice Cream Man..

"Hell, we've got some money...let's go get ice cream..." we reasoned. And we did.

I approached the Ice Cream truck (car? van?) and looked over my choices when all of a sudden the door opens. Out steps a guy about my height...6' or so, and what comes out of his mouth made my body freeze.

"You guys wanna buy some chronic?"

Me and Darren didn't quite register the question immediately (this being in the middle of the street at 4 at an ice cream truck..), but when we did, a double take was exchanged and a few surprised "uh...yeah!"'s were muttered. The guy smiled and asked how much and we wanted a 1/4. So we forked over 60 bucks ($10 a gram in Canada...he at least cut us some slack too...) and looked at our newly bestowed 7 g's.

"Have a nice day guys!" He said in a wink as he drove off.

A bit numbed, jaded, and overall dumbfounded, me and Darren had no clue what to do. Of course, the easy solution was reached and a 2-hose hooka bong was extracted.

Now not only was this story quite amazing on it's own, but as a perfect ending to a not-so perfect day, the weed was FANTASTIC. I cannot stress this enough either. Never in my life except when I had some BC Whitehair (later that summer) had I experienced marijuana that potent.

Suffice to say, a few days of us knocked on our asses laughing continually and having to force a restock at 7-11 twice was a nice antidote to a really crappy 4 hours from when I woke up.

Thank you Ice Cream Man...wherever you are...