After returning home from visiting a friend from out of town, I ingested some pot brownie that afore-mentioned friend gave to me. “What a perfect way to wrap up the weekend,” I said to myself. And for a minute, it was perfect. And then…WHAMMO! Out of nowhere, I was rendered retarded. I thought I was going to die! It’s been years since I’ve consumed these special baked treats; how could I forget the effects?!
I did not know that you can get too stoned to watch television. (Or to wear clothes.) It’s true! So, I laid still on the couch, eyes tightly closed. Cat #1 (of 2) lay nearby & was a comfort, but I could hear the awfully loud crunch crunch crunch of a cat eating vittles right in my ear. Someway, somehow my brain sorted all of the noise in my little world and focused on Cat #2 eating food. He was outside! What? It was too much for me to bear, so I shouted at him to eat more quietly, please! Shit!
I figure the best thing I can do is to go to bed to sleep it off. The few extra hours will totally take care of this mess for sure. Right? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I woke up just as stoned, as if I took a few bong rips right away. So, yeah, I basically spent my morning at work paranoid, slow, and probably mouth-breathing. I couldn’t look at ANYBODY. Thankfully we didn’t get too many phone calls.
Can’t wait to do that again!
