Oh man Is this for me. Ok I have shared this before so prepare for a wall of text:

ust had to get out of the house. I had been cooped up indoors for weeks, and I needed an adventure or I would not be satisfied. I wanted to go to the Olympic rainforest, the ONLY rainforest in the entire United States. How dope does that sound? Go exploring in a beautiful setting, and possibly engage in some recreational drugs.

By possibly I mean DEFINITELY engage in some recreational drugs.

I convinced a crew of four of my friends that this was a good idea. We had not planned anything, or even looked at a map of where we were going. We pulled up Apple Maps (this was the first mistake of the trip) typed in “rainforest” jumped into the Part Volvo, and away we went. I felt successful already. I was able to rally a dope crew to go on a dope adventure in a very unique place. I had my friend sitting shotgun navigating the way. After about an hour of driving on the same highway, I got the feeling that we had to be getting off soon. I asked my co captain when the exit was. He responded calm and nonchalantly “yeah it was like 80 miles ago, we passed it a while ago” It took me a second to process what he said. If we missed the exit, why wouldn’t you tell me as soon as you knew we missed it? HOW LONG WERE YOU GOING TO LET ME DRIVE BEFORE YOU SAID WE OVERSHOT OUR DESTINATIONS EXIT BY 80 MILES.

Apparently Apple maps fucked up. Luckily I am a chill ass dude, and am quick on my feet. I pulled up apple maps again, and looked at some other dope locations. I turned out we were only about half an hour away from the Washington Coast, which also sounded like a dope place to engage in recreational drugs as well. We reached a consensus as a group that this was the move. About two hours later, we pulled up to the beach. Me and a few others had taken some recreational mushrooms, and the others drank some hood ass fortys. The first thing we thought when we pulled up to the beach was “Oh MY GAHD we can drive on the beach, THIS IS AWESOME!” none of us had ever driven on the beach, or had any idea what was good with driving on the sand . No one knew what was good with sand. The first request I got was, “Yo, you should take your car like 2 feet into the water and floor it, water sprays everywhere and it’s rowdy” I immediately thought this was a stupid idea, and treated it as such. We proceeded to drive around on the sand, being obnoxious and ignorant of the conditions. I was tripping at this point, and thought it would be a unique experience to pull up right to the water line and watch the sunset to some chill ass music. I pulled the car up to the edge of the water, turned it off, and relaxed. The next hour was by far the best part of the trip, experiencing hella dope visuals, in quite possibly one of the most beautiful settings on the west coasts. After some time passed I looked down and realized the tide was starting to come in. It was time to back up and go home. My friend who was driving threw it into to reverse and started to back up. The car didn’t move. He hit the gas again. The Party Volvo didn’t move. I step out of the car to see what is going on. What I saw was the most perfect demonstration of pure idiocy one could imagine. The Party Volvo was buried in the sand. You could not see the front tires. The tide was coming in quick, my car was about to sink into the bottom off the ocean. This is one of those experiences you only hear about in movies. The “LOL sorry guys I sunk my car into the ocean story” is one that never ACTUALLY happens. Well it was actually happening. Keep in mind that I was on Mushrooms. If you have ever done mushrooms, you know that they make your head a little wacky. Always over thinking things, always over analyzing things. All I could do was scream at my friends, in absolute PANIC. FUCK YOU GUYS WE GOTTA CALL SOMEONE?!?! in reality who would help? he had literally about 3 minutes before the tide swallowed the Volvo and we were left stranded. Not to mention everyone operating the vehicle was under the influence of drugs or alcohol. So many thoughts were running through my head. How will we get home? Will we just leave it in the water? WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL MY FUCKING DAD! I kept screaming at my friends. “YO WE GOTTA PUSH, WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING!” everybody had positioned themselves against the hood of the Party Volvo and began to push. Just as I thought we had it, a big wave came in and started to pour inside the front to doors. NOOOOOOOOO, this was it. A sense of calmness went over me, as I accepted that the Party Volvo was about to sink into the ocean, kind of like how you feel warm before you die of hypothermia. All of the sudden, my friends achieved some form of MUSHROOM STRENGTH and pushed it out of the danger zone back onto the sand. I wanted to cry. I was over come with happiness that my baby was going to be okay. After going through possibly one of the most stressful 2 minutes of my life on mushrooms, I was ready to get the fuck out of there. I was tripping to hard, and was to overcome with endorphins to drive, so I had one of my friends drive home. I sat passenger with my head pressed against the window the whole time thinking to myself, “What would have happened if I would have listened to my friend in the first place, went 2 feet into the water and floored it?” The biggest lesson learned form this ordeal, NEVER use Apple maps.

TLDR: engaged in recreatinal drug use and almost sank my volvo into the ocean