Here’s the quick version, the Hemingway breakdown of the events that got me here:
It’s late. I’m staying at a friend’s house while he’s surfing in Mexico. I’m tired and I wanted a treat. I always want a treat. My friend has treats in his fridge, and I ate a few of his treats. The treats have THC in them. Lots of THC. It’s late. THC is the psychoactive chemical in weed that gets you high. They put it in candy. I ate the candy. I have not been high in years. Can’t say that anymore though. That streak ends tonight. Everything ends tonight.
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