One hella long adventure

So the other day we needed weed. We live in Seattle, this should be a simple task. We had a buddy saying he'd get us it if we just got to his house. Eh, probably like 4 miles from our house. We took the craziest, longest route possible in the rain with shitty tires on the jeep. Everytime we needed to do a U turn, we were in so much traffic we had to turn onto a street. Once we were turned around, we were *seriously* turned around and kept going the wrong direction! Seriously, an hour later we finally get to the guy's house. We drive him to his buddies house with him as navigator. When he got back in the car, any nonstoner would have sworn we were sprayed by a skunk. This shit is DANK! We our navigator off at his house and attempt to take his easy directions home. Yah right! Lost again. Found some backwoods in Seattle though, the city lights were gorgeous. It was dark and there were no street lights on this windy road. Finally we pop out somewhere close to home. I really can't explain how desperately I wanted that bowl by the time we were home. We had argued the whole way of where to go and good grief in was exhausting but I tell you what: It was worth it for this dank herb.