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So I just smoked a joint with a friend of mine a bit ago and I am pretty excited about that. Has this ever happened to you: I used to smoke pot everyday as often as possible. Then I went through this period when I did not smoke at all. Then I got back into it on a regular basis but suddenly it was makin me paranoid. Not like they are out to get me paranoid but like "was I breathing?" paranoid. But not too bad I would need to walk and talk and drink some coffee and everything was jake. Then I sort of stopped again and so this round I smoke on and off not heavy and it isn't too bad but then one nightrecently:

I was watching a frined play manhunt (same peopel who make vice city you are a convict who was sentenced to death and sent by this guy into a town empty except for you and a whole bunch of gangs hired to kill you.) And the character is sitting in this dark doorway waiting to kill somebody and I was stoned so I thought hey man what if that actually happened but like to me. What would it feel like to be that guy. I went into this deep place and started tapping into this conceptualization of human prey and it fucked me up I started pacing and freakin oput and I had to ask my friend to walk me home because at this point i was just too fuckin hi.

Anyway tonight I got high and everything is good so that's why I say I am excited. Like how I tied that all back together

So my friend and I are talking about emotions and that seque's into a talk about bein a kid and havin weird talks like I used to think alot hey what if I see red and call it red but what is red to you is actually blue? How do we even know what other people experince colour wise. Maybe thats why some people put together really strangely coloured outfits? So I wonder if you see somebody walking down the street and their outfit totally does not match colour wise ask yourself what colours do they see you wearing and how much of a freak do you look like in their world.

So I did E this one time that was laced with PCP, I didnt know at that time though I likely would not have cared. So there I am sitting in the chill room and I have been sitting far too long considering I have taken horse tranquilizer. So by this point I have forgotten that I have legs, So some guy walks by and steps on my hand wearing this huge shit kicking boots He is walking real slow so as his boot pressing ontp my hand I every little bone move and crack and I look at my hand after look up and him and in a strange state of exultation I say "thank you" with all the sincerity I had.

That was a good day.