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« on: December 11, 2007, 12:33:46 AM »
I have a buddy from my squad, that I met up with at the va, he was one that got out of going back like me. I went to his house sunday night, we talked about it, drank a few beers, then suggested we get fried. Why the hell not I said, either we back to war, or we get out of it. "I haven't smoked weed in almost 12 years!
So he calls a friend over that has some good stuff, purple mist, "not purple haze" It was rough on me since I don't smoke like they do, but we smoked it. I got so messed up it was unreal, I was so gone that reality seemed surreal, like I could manipulate matter, and bend time. I couldn't move, that god I was in a recliner Cheesy and his bud brought some trip music over, that made it even worse. At a point I thought I was going to slip through time! I felt as if I was melting into the damn chair, But I was so relaxed, so happy.