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So the day started off by making plans to go over to my friends house and smoke a bowl and play poker, with about 3 other people. He had a couple eighths of some great bud and I thought it was going to be a decent day.
3:30 P.M: Get to his house, and pack a HUGE bowl which easily gave 5-6 hits each for 3 people. Keep in mind that I had to leave at 4 P.M.
3:35 P.M: Wow, the high is coming on strong like being hit with a battering ram, it isn't a slow, smooth high like what is common for me. I'm giggling, going in and out of trances, and succeeding at making an ass of myself.
3:45: In the last ten minutes I have been listening to music, with an extreme urge to get up and mosh. So I try, only to discover that I am in no shape to stand and fall back down, nodding my head viciously to the heavy metal. My friends look at me and ask me what is wrong, and if there had been anything else I was on that day. I reply no to both questions, and continue listening to the music. It is at this point that I realize I need to be home in fifteen minutes, and try to mumble through slurred speech and general apathy my predicament. I become insanely obsessed with this problem for about another minute, and then forget entirely.
4:00: It is clear that I can't go home in the shape I am in, so instead of calling my parents, I blow them off completely.
4:05: Peoples faces have started changing into multiple hues of color, red here, blue there, and sometimes small pictures on their skin.
4:10: I was just hit with an INSANE body rush of euphoria, like daaaaaamn. It was like I was hit with a door of Euphoria, like I could almost feel the impact. Time feels strangely distorted, like I'm leaving trails of myself everywhere as I walk. It seems like it takes forever to crawl into my friend's bedroom.
4:25: About this time, Austin's brother gets home, so we smoke ANOTHER bowl. I don't feel the effects of the next bowl for about ten minutes.
4:35: Holy Shit! This is DANK! I'm inserting words into sentences where they don't belong, going on about nothing, and I think I just told my friend that I eat Children.
4:40: Under pressure from his Brother, me and both of my friends smoke another bowl, or at least I tried. Lighting the second was hard enough, now I'm sitting with the pipe in my mouth laughing insanely, while simulteanously (whatever) singing the Inspector Gadget theme song. I can't seem to bring my lighter to the pipe, it's completely impossible, so my friend lights it for me. At this point, I was blown away.
4:45: I can't fucking believe it, if the cops came and ARRESTED me right now I wouldn't give a flying f***. Images are appearing on people's skin, I feel perfectly content, and the chair that I am sitting in is sinking into me.
4:50: My friend makes the call for last bowl, and again my friend lights it for me. I think I have reached the top, I feel no effects whatsoever from this last bowl.
5:00: Somewhere along the line my friend remembers something about poker, and in a flash we are playing poker, like no time elapsed at all. I think we make it through one hand before we forget what the fuck we were doing, and just stare into the distance or walk around aimlessly.
5:30: Me and my friend head out, to walk home. We say our goodbyes, and walk away. When we get to the spot where my friend is being picked up, he looks expectantly at me while I sit there for fifteen minutes, without realizing I should probably be walking home. Finally, it dawns on me, and I say goodbye.
6:30: I get home, and go straight to bed.
11:00: I wake up, still baked as fuck, and cook myself a steak.
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So the day started off by making plans to go over to my friends house and smoke a bowl and play poker, with about 3 other people. He had a couple eighths of some great bud and I thought it was going to be a decent day.
3:30 P.M: Get to his house, and pack a HUGE bowl which easily gave 5-6 hits each for 3 people. Keep in mind that I had to leave at 4 P.M.
3:35 P.M: Wow, the high is coming on strong like being hit with a battering ram, it isn't a slow, smooth high like what is common for me. I'm giggling, going in and out of trances, and succeeding at making an ass of myself.
3:45: In the last ten minutes I have been listening to music, with an extreme urge to get up and mosh. So I try, only to discover that I am in no shape to stand and fall back down, nodding my head viciously to the heavy metal. My friends look at me and ask me what is wrong, and if there had been anything else I was on that day. I reply no to both questions, and continue listening to the music. It is at this point that I realize I need to be home in fifteen minutes, and try to mumble through slurred speech and general apathy my predicament. I become insanely obsessed with this problem for about another minute, and then forget entirely.
4:00: It is clear that I can't go home in the shape I am in, so instead of calling my parents, I blow them off completely.
4:05: Peoples faces have started changing into multiple hues of color, red here, blue there, and sometimes small pictures on their skin.
4:10: I was just hit with an INSANE body rush of euphoria, like daaaaaamn. It was like I was hit with a door of Euphoria, like I could almost feel the impact. Time feels strangely distorted, like I'm leaving trails of myself everywhere as I walk. It seems like it takes forever to crawl into my friend's bedroom.
4:25: About this time, Austin's brother gets home, so we smoke ANOTHER bowl. I don't feel the effects of the next bowl for about ten minutes.
4:35: Holy Shit! This is DANK! I'm inserting words into sentences where they don't belong, going on about nothing, and I think I just told my friend that I eat Children.
4:40: Under pressure from his Brother, me and both of my friends smoke another bowl, or at least I tried. Lighting the second was hard enough, now I'm sitting with the pipe in my mouth laughing insanely, while simulteanously (whatever) singing the Inspector Gadget theme song. I can't seem to bring my lighter to the pipe, it's completely impossible, so my friend lights it for me. At this point, I was blown away.
4:45: I can't fucking believe it, if the cops came and ARRESTED me right now I wouldn't give a flying f***. Images are appearing on people's skin, I feel perfectly content, and the chair that I am sitting in is sinking into me.
4:50: My friend makes the call for last bowl, and again my friend lights it for me. I think I have reached the top, I feel no effects whatsoever from this last bowl.
5:00: Somewhere along the line my friend remembers something about poker, and in a flash we are playing poker, like no time elapsed at all. I think we make it through one hand before we forget what the fuck we were doing, and just stare into the distance or walk around aimlessly.
5:30: Me and my friend head out, to walk home. We say our goodbyes, and walk away. When we get to the spot where my friend is being picked up, he looks expectantly at me while I sit there for fifteen minutes, without realizing I should probably be walking home. Finally, it dawns on me, and I say goodbye.
6:30: I get home, and go straight to bed.
11:00: I wake up, still baked as fuck, and cook myself a steak.
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