I recently posted this very blurb as a comment on Stoner Diary. I love looking back on this story (god knows why) so I thought I'd post it here too.

On my 25th Birthday we rented a hotel room so we wouldnt have to clean up after the party. It started out crazy- rowdy, complete with the sticki-iki-ike, some hash, chineese food and my closest friends. It however, quickly, turned into something entirely different. My friend decided to invite his crack head/dealing brother to the party for some reason and he came-- with his duffle bag full of crack, calling all his friends telling them where the party was. When my sister (Baby Bison) informed him that it was a private party and asked him to leave he called her a rasist and threatened to shoot us...All I remember is my 19 year old sister brawling in a very nice down town buffalo hotel hallway while i was hitting a gas mask bong...and I didn't even perk up until I heard the words 'shoot all you mutherfuckers' to which I yanked off the mask and in unison we all picked up all the illegal shit we had in the room and tore off down the emergency stairs... as if to say, Happy Birthday Angelator.

Oh and for the record, I have never smoked crack, but I have been in the presence of lots of crack smokers. I even met a crack whore once. One week back in 2000 or 2001 I was a coke head, but that stuff is pretty expensive and it gives you energy and what the fuck do I want with energy? I did some lines off Ryonce's highschool text book and just started standing up and sitting down over and over again until I took a few bong hits and then my mind was racing and I wanted to keep standing up and sitting down but I was stoned and thus too tired. I kept wondering if it was really coke we were snorting.