Going to Las Vegas with my Super Bowl, the BFP, Big Fucking Pipe. My Plan is to place bets on the super bowl for my brother. In return, he will help me with gas and expenses. So, I load my beater of a truck with 12 boxes of pipes, I’m optimistic. I head to his home to find out that he wants me to take his car.

Loaded for Vegas

Its smaller, but reliable. It’s a small Black BMW Z4 convertible.  I can only fit 6 boxes in it. This is discouraging, but I want to have my pipes in stores in Las Vegas. I left on Saturday, got to be there before the big game.

I cruise to grand junction. Here I decide to purchase some weed. I roll four joints, three go in the doob tube and I’ll smoke the other. I’ll drop the remaining weed off near the border by a mile marker, so I can retrieve it on the way home.

My brother will mention that he has taken his car up to 110 mph. I’m not really interested in going fast as I am about getting there safely. For the most part the speed limit was 80 mph the whole way. I’ll get there in good time and I can’t afford any speeding tickets.

Las Vegas MGM Grand

Upon arriving in Vegas on Super Bowl Sunday, I head to MGM Grand and find the sport betting area. I have one job, Place bets for My Bro. As he calls them in, I place the bets. He’s feeling confident and wagers $1500 and $1000 on basketball games with the intention of building up his money roll. I will hang out there waiting for the calls. In the meantime I meet a guy named Copestetic. he’s got a rap he want to share with me, so I listen to it. I’m easily impressed and think, could he spit one out about my Pipes? so I say, You smoke weed? His reply, “Everyday”, happy to hear that, I show him some pics of my Pipes.

Copestetic

Now he’s impressed. I ask him if he would like to smoke a joint I brought from Colorado, “it’s my last one.” So we walked towards my car. He gets distracted by some people and I run ahead and grab the joint and a red BFP. I’m not so sure about peddling my pipe on the strip, but Copestetic has no problem with it.

First Big Fucking Pipe Sold

I walk behind him with my biz cards and pass them out to people interested in it. Oh yeah, he sells it and I give him half. I think it’s time to smoke that joint. He wants to smoke it openly, however I came here to work not to be detained. I keep recommending we go somewhere with less foot traffic. While smoking the joint he has another rap for me to hear, called Blue. Not sure if its cause we’re high but this one is a bit longer, 5 min.

Sports Betting

I’ll place a few more bets and wait for the games to end. At one point my brother wanted me to get in line to place another wager, I said the line before took 30 min but now there were hundreds of people in line wearing jerseys of there favorite teams. I tell him it will take a while. maybe an hour or more. He sends me to the roulette table, Bet $300 on Red! OK, was my reply. I drop three bills on red. They spin the marble and I wait. zing… tink.. tink, tink. RED!! I called him, “you won!” I could hear him shouting “I won $6oo on Roulette.” He said “put it all on red! I go back and drop 6 $100 chips on red. Zing… tink.. tink. tink. Black! I made the call and informed him of the outcome.  I watched the superbowl at the MGM sport betting area to witness the Broncos defeat the Panthers. Happy Day for Denver Fans. My obligation is finished. I decide to sleep in the car. It’s small and filled with boxes I tough it out till morning and start my day looking up head shops in Las Vegas.

Most smoke and head shops open at ten am. but I find a 24 hour place and stop by and pitch the pipes to them. They had me bring in a few boxes of pipes, but kept me there waiting for an hour for someone with authority to purchase.  Because nothing else was open, I waited patiently. With no sale, I was happy to move on to other establishments.  Sales improved throughout the day.

By evening I decided I wasn’t going to sleep in the car anymore. I chose a hotel near my last sale, so I could start where I left off. I didn’t spend more than $32 for a hotel room the whole trip. Staying at a different place each night. While at the first hotel I unpacked my bags and realized I had shrooms in it. WTF If I had remembered that I had shrooms,
I would have brought the weed. Hell the shrooms would have gotten me in more trouble than the weed.

Hotel on Fremont St.

The second hotel was on Fremont street. I thought I might eat the shrooms then. but out side the hotel was a bit sketchy so I declined. With a pocket full of money it seemed like a liability. Sure this place had a safe in the room but I just wasn’t feeling it. I did like that you had to have a room key to park and use the elevator. but rest and a long bath won me over, a beautiful view of town and the Stratosphere in the background. Woke up in the morning refreshed and went to work selling pipes. According to the residents of Vegas it was unseasonably warm, and I took advantage of the car being a convertible and dropped the top.

I’ll see a guy pushing a bike, towing a dolly with a riding lawn mower on it and it blew me away. “I got to have a pic of this guy.” I make a u turn. He crosses the lanes, thankfully someone stopped to let him move his long string of equipment across the six lanes. I waited a while for him to cross. I meet up with him on a secondary road and ask “Can I take your picture? Sure, he replied. I was wondering why he was still pushing it after he crossed the road. He showed me the problem. All the allen bolts on the crank were loose and he tried to tighten them with a screwdriver that had remnants of duct tape on the end to fill the difference of the allen hex, but to no avail. I say ” I might have something in my truck to fix it” only to remember I wasn’t driving the truck. I had a very small pocket knife with a file and scissors. I was able to tighten it up for him and off he went riding it away, as I took my pics of him.

With 9 Pipes left and the sun going down, I keep going, I want to sell out and head home. I’ll meet Sandra at her shop. She loves the Big Fuccking Pipes and wants four, but the bank is closed and wanted me to come by tomorrow.  Sure, I’ll see you in the morning. I end up looking for a hotel. Circus Circus sounds entertaining. But I am drawn to the Stratosphere and book a room.

Once in the room, I know this is where I’m going to shroom. I write my room number on my arm and put the extra room card in my shoe. Money and car keys in the safe. I have a bite to eat, then eat half the eighth of shrooms and head up to the top. meanwhile I’ll get distracted along the way. I meet this chick running an oxygen bar, armed with a back massager. Then two dudes who want to put some wrinkle shit under my eyes. I’m not buying any vanity shit, but curious. It did make my eye look different than the other. lol I think its like putting elmer’s glue on your skin. It fills the area, appearing smooth.

I ride the elevator up and go to the gift shop only to see marijuana ashtrays and other marijuana type gifts. I ask who is in charge of purchasing. Turns out its Marshalls. I joke that it would be like shark tank, pitching to them. lol She inquires as to what kind of product I had. I’ll show her pics of my Pipes and tell her of my adventure. She suggested a tattoo chain in town and I think I’ll try them in the morning. Might be able to sell the last five to them after I hit up Sandra. I purchase a hard Mikes Lemonade and make it to the outside viewing area. The view was amazing. Maybe it was the shrooms but WOW. I end up laughing for the longest time while I was up there. I was having a blast, decided to go back down to my room and eat more shrooms and head back up. On the way down a young girl and maybe her brother were on the elevator and I saw they pushed 12, so I said, 10 please and she pushed it for me. As I got off the elevator I gave her an Eisenhower Dollar. Thought that might make for a good story for her in the future, at least a cool souvenir. I ate the rest of the shrooms and headed back up. I stayed till they closed the outside viewing area. Then proceeded to a level below which was inside, alot warmer but no smoking. With the music bumping and lights a twinkling, I walked about then found a seat and just chilled out. I’ll find my way back to the room and get some rest.

I check out and get a call from a guy who heard about me from his friend Mo. Mo said he had friend with smoke shops and would tell them about me, and he did. I told him I had to visit Sandra’s first then I would go to his store. He purchased the remaining 5 pipes and I was free to go. Sold out of BFP’s

Instead of heading to Colorado, I went to Montana. There was a set of twins I have been dying to see. I left Nevada with the top down and music blaring. So it stands to reason I must go fast also. LOL I took the car to 110 mph with the top down, fucking WOW.  So I didn’t go back the way I came and there is an eight of weed by an exit near the Utah Border on the Colorado side. I plan on getting it, but finders keepers. When I dropped it off two cars were driving over the exit, so I started throwing snow on the wishield, as if I was out of wiper fluid, to distract them from my purpose.

I want to thank everyone who supported me During this Vegas Trip.