My friends and I went to San Francisco for gay pride week.
Every one of us met some boys at a parade and they invited us to a gathering, and my friends and I weren’t going to go to the gathering, but it sounded like a lot of fun.
I was a little nervous about not knowing the host of the gathering. My neighbor said the people I was with and I would only stay for a little while if the place seemed like it was a bad idea. After the people I was with and I agreed to leave if things got out of control, the people I was with and I got dressed in our best clothes and headed to the address of the gathering. There were lights on outside of the building and there were people hanging out all over the parking lot and the front of the building. It unquestionably looked like a big gathering. Every one of us walked into the front door. I suppose I expected there to be a bouncer or someone checking the guest list. There was no 1 at all. I started walking through the new home to see if I could find the host. I wanted to thank the guy for inviting us to the awesome San Francisco gathering; When I made our way into the bedroom, I saw a table with giant jars of marijuana. There must have been numerous or six pounds of marijuana on the table, people were helping themselves to the marijuana flower. I looked around to see if someone was monitoring. There was no 1 enjoying the marijuana, but nobody was even looking at the table. I walked over to the jar and I took a big handful of buds and stuffed them in the pocket of our sweater.