It was evident soon after the show began that most people managed to get a ton of contraband past the security guys as a big cloud of smoke hovered within the confines of the stadium. It was like the world's biggest bong. The smell of burnt rope permeated everything. It didn't register at the time that I could get a "contact buzz", but I was pretty damned mellow afterwards.
We were travelling back to the base when I told my bud that we needed to stop by a Denny's, like now. Man, I was famished. Everyone else agreed, so we started looking forward to stopping by the Denny's off of Route 13 in Dover.
Clueless bastards that we were, we forgot that race weekend was coming up, so the place was packed with rednecks from all over the mid-atlantic region. Fuck that. I wasn't going to go toe-to-toe with two large subcultural gatherings in one night.
We went back home and I crashed out in my dorm room. At about four in the morning, the panic hit me. What if they bring the drug dogs through and they catch a whiff of my clothes? Shit. I got up and started laundering everything I was wearing during the concert.
At about 8 A.M., the call came in from work. "You need to report to the hospital for random urinalysis testing." Random my ass.
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