So my friend and I are on a pier in the middle of the water, around midnight in Chicago. Apparently there\'s a nasty storm brewing around us, but both of us are too involved in conversation (too stoned) to notice it. I see these clouds looming in the distance, and comment on how they look like mountains. Sand gets picked up from vicious winds and pelts us in the face-- 200 ft away from the beach. Both of us are squinting before we realize what\'s really going on. We take in the churning water & black ominous clouds while the sand continues to kill our faces. I jump up and scream \"TORNADO!!!\" My friend and I BOLT down this pier, screaming for our lives. It\'s then that I realize I\'ve forgotten my shoes. She\'s literally begging for me not to run to my death. When we reach the end of the pier, we realize there is no tornado. It felt epic, that moment of false heroism. I had to rescue those beloved shoes, even if it meant dying.
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March 30, 2010 at 1:52 am by Anonymous in - Stoner-Moment
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March 30, 2010 at 1:52 am by Anonymous in - Stoner-Moment