Fuck, salvia was my favorite. I was basically a habitual user. People in my social circle basically treated me as the shaman for that stuff. I can still get amanita since it grows in PA. I could also go to Ohio if I wanted to smuggle salvia across the border.
Oy vey...NEVER AGAIN!
I used to get stuck in loops. One time I got up, looked around, opened the sofa bed, went downstairs, came back up, closed it, sat back down, and did it all over again for like 10 minutes straight. I used to see these strange electric red and green berries while zooming through space. I thought at times that it would never end and that it would always be that way and that I must be dead or in a coma when it had only been a few minutes but felt like hours. I've time traveled. I've seen apparitions.
Dude, one time I smoked in a Denny's bathroom. Some time later, I realized I was sitting on the stall floor, everything was pink polka dots, and I didn't know who or where I was. Frozen in time, in pink polka-dot land. Never again.
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