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.
Yeah, that sounds right. But I never did it on the floor of a shitter in a crummy chain restaurant.
Worst we did is drive this guy out to the middle of the woods, 5 of us in a 2-door coupe, and he was already on acid and we had all been smoking, with a few beers in us as well. He was in the bitch back so there was one on each side and he couldn't try to get out any way. Well, he still freaked out and tried to claw his way into the front for a good 15 minutes.
I think he'd agree with you. But I used to love that shit.
I could even do it by myself with no sitter. I used a zeppelin pipe, one of those 2-piece bowls that screw together, and a torch lighter, because you have to get that stuff hot.
That and laughing gas were my favorites.
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