Hi, Dave! I am a person who no longer smokes pot (kind of). I wrote about it once. It involved the Kingdome, an acquaintance's creepy older brother, and my foot:
On March 26 of 2000, I watched the Kingdome implode from some weird overlook in West Seattle. I remember it clearly because: (1) Holy shit! The Kingdome imploded! And (2) March 25, 2000, was the last time I smoked pot. At the time, I wasn't super into smoking pot, but, you know, it seemed like an okay idea. I was at a party! They were going to implode the Kingdome! But that night, the night before they imploded the Kingdome, something odd happened to my brain, which we can go ahead and call "hours and hours of nonstop crippling terror." Time was moving backward. What was happening to time? Where was my foot going? Was my brain controlling me or was I controlling my brain? I had to curl up in the fetal position on a lumpy loveseat and wait for morning. Then we walked to that weird overlook, and then the Kingdome fell down. My friend who was with me that night still likes to make fun of me: "What's the matter, Lindy? Are you afraid to walk backward because it's like you're walking backward in time?" Anyway, pot sucks.
The thing with my foot was really scary, I swear. If you would like to read the rest, it is here. Goodbye.
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