Man I am feeling so great.
Classic stoner story, guys.
I rode home on my bro's pushbike, and I (thought

) I had the baggie with about an 8th in it in my front hoody pocket, which is a bit flappy, and it was flapping around in the wind on big slopes going home, so I stopped about 3/4 of the way home and checked my pockets. There was my cigs and my lighter, and I was like 'Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!' since we bought a quarter last weekend and that was what we had left, a bit more than half of it was my mates, who's parents are strict, so he gave it to me for safekeeping. So it wasn't in my pocket, and I rode more than halfway back and nearly back again looking for it, and I was gonna be like 'fuck it I'm going home' and at that moment I realised I had put it in my sock, 'cause a few cop cars were driving around, and I have big flowy pants, so I felt my sock and felt the baggie there. I was like 'No fucking way oh man' and rode on home feeling ever so fucking relieved.
I am feeling great!