Cannabis part two

            Pot smokers would much rather be in a familiar room with friends and or video games than to experience the outside world. throw in some food and drink and utopia is found.
             I had these two bumpkin kind of neighbors that loved to smoke pot and veg out to video games. It was Friday the thirteenth and they had the kind bud burning. You could smell it coming up the steps to the apartments. I thought that I needed to get these guys out and do something, just get them outside to breath fresh air. I stopped by their apartment at the tail end of one of their sessions. I convinced them to ride with me down town Charleston to an old cemetery. they were easier to convince than I would have expected. It hadn't been dark long but we found the old cemetery, parked the car and walked. When we got to this old place the gates were closed and locked. The perimeter was surrounded by an eight foot iron fence with sharp arrow heads topping each iron picket. The two bumpkins were up and over in a second, I had to plan my crossing. I took my time and made it over safely. We messed around for an hour or so. One of the bumpkins peed on a grave, I told him that wasn't cool and reminded him that it was Friday the thirteenth. He told me to shut the fuck up. It was time to head on home, I had gone first and once again took my time. The first neighbor was up and over in a second. The other guy, the one that peed, was almost over when he slipped. He was impaled in the ass by one of the spear pickets. His legs dangled and his arms flailed, his torso ridged with that rod stuck in his ass, he could have passed for a pop sickle. He was screaming in pain, all we could do was laugh, It was by far one of the funniest things I had ever seen. At one point I caught my breath and was able to say "911" then said " I warned you about pissing!". Some how he found the strength to pull him self off the spike and fell to the walk below. He was in agony. He turned his ass to us and said "is it bad?" All I saw was a bloody rip in his jeans and something that looked like strands of bloody meat hanging out. That just turned out to be part of his jeans. We told him that we couldn't see anything, with out thought he dropped his pants and bent over. He in deed had a sizable gash in his ass cheek that was squirting blood every time his heart beat. His buddy, in tears from laughter, said "apply pressure." I said I wasn't touching that, then told him to sit down on it. He never went to the doctor because he wasn't sure what he would tell him. I don't think the pot caused the incident but I sure think it made it funnier.