My best friend Jacky and I went for a long drive on Wednesday.
All of us were going to drive all the way to the coast to go to the beach.
The weather was supposed to be humid and sunny. After the two of us got through the valley and over the mountains, the two of us noticed the weather was more bizarre than the forecast said. I never absolutely bothered to check the forecast for the weather in the next valley. When I saw the rain in the forecast, I knew that Jacky and I picked a bad day to go to the beach. All of us were already on our way towards the water and the two of us were not going to turn around. Once the two of us entirely got to the shore, the weather cleared up and the two of us had lots of sun; Jacky and I enjoyed going in the water and the two of us got some sunlight while the two of us were there. Things were going pretty well until the two of us packed up the motorcar to go back home. Jacky and I did not expect torrential downpours on the way back home. It was raining terribly difficult and Jacky couldn’t roll the windows down at all, and every time I tried to roll down the window, Rain started pouring in on the door and our arm. Jack and I wanted to smoke a marijuana joint, however Jacky did not want the whole motorcar to fill with smoke. Unfortunately, that was our only shot if the two of us were going to smoke marijuana on the way to the condo from the beach. Jacky and I both rolled our windows down a small crack. All of us smoked our marijuana joints and the smoke started to fill the car. Every once in a while, the two of us rolled the window down a little bit more to get some of the marijuana smoke out of the car.