2 hits of loves + 4 anchors @dec 31.01 i was sitting on this big ass couch, chillin, in not too dark room. I was in a mood to get bombed. ruff ass year man. poped an a and poped an anochor. it been at least half a year or longer. i like rather spend the extra 15 on k. you know. back to the story. we just got a too good to be true deal on the anchors.. i thought an hour passed or two. so i pop another a. and another two anchors. went into the other room, broke up the another two anchors, me and my boy. roll up a bill and the rust of the story goes.. sniff... i was getting pissed that i wasn't getting bombed.... i forgot what i said. but my friend replies... its only been one hour since we all dropped. i was already tripping and i didn't know it. the loves were mad strong... i walked into the kitchen.. plasma.. everything plasma.. i had previously broken up some dro on the table.. i was looking at it.. it was the lost city of buds.. cross my heart.. the buds were moving like the car lights on the westside highway at night, looking from jersee. all inline, some moving faster than others, bigger ones traveling slower, it was the perfect no traffic highway system, i think i found the solution to traffic.. at the time.. now, my ass i did... thats just one intro to the rest of the night... i'll be sitting here until my wireless keyboard runs out of juice... yeah candy flipping is dope.... aftermath aphrodite luvin the ablum.. can we have better parties when aphrodite @centro.. next time... maybe free beer...