Rome SDS

If there's one thing in my life I regret it's that I didn't do more drugs as an adolescent. From what I've witnessed I figure if you start when your around 15 you can pile out until about 20 and still get a decent lifespan out of the deal.

Plus, by the time you're all rehabbed it's practically your twenty-first so you can just switch out one vice for another - legally. Anyways, It’s not like I didn’t want to partake. I just know that I’m the type of dude that would end up leaping off a building or make a last second decision to step in front of a train. In other words, I don’t deal with hallucinations well. It’s not that I haven’t been dealt my fair share of accidental dabbles. Like when I was seventeen and I smoked a blunt for first time as a friend and I sat in the parking lot of the local funeral home. As if the usual parnoia wasn’t enough my homeboy chimed in “Oh, yeah that shit’s laced with cocaine so if you feel your heart beating all fast don’t trip, it’s just The Chronic”. I remember at that point thinking I was a goner, but found a slight sense of comfort in my panicked delirium knowing that at least my mom wasn't going to have to pay a hearse to transport my lifeless body. Then there was the time I was playing good Samaritan to an old neighborhood friend (junkie) and agreed to drive him out to the cornfield in which his meth lab was buried. All that got me was an unwanted hot-box session with car load of tweakers, which resulted in a sore jaw due to the incontrollable urge to grind my teeth. Long story short, to maintain a healthy and sane comfort level I stick with my cigs and alcohol. So you can imagine the joy I felt when my accomplice Molson pulled this little gift from a promo box sent by the fine folks at Rome. It even came complete with plastic baggie in case of explosion. Makes you wonder...Snowboard Design Syndicate or Sex, Drugs and Snowboarding?