Time and space warping while overdosing on weed? Oh man…
Years ago I visited my sister in San Francisco and her and her boyfriend had purchased a weed cookie from a homeless man in Golden Gate Park… we’re already off to a great start here.
So we all split up the cookie and want to go get food. I ain’t no big city boi, so I learn that big city folks like to walk every where. From my sister’s place, I can see a Jack in the Box down the street and that’s where I wanted to go, but they were like, no, let’s go to Subway! It’s not that far, it’s only a few blocks!
I dunno what “only a few blocks” was, but as the effects of the cookie set in, it certainly wasn’t “not that far”. The trek to Subway felt like it was literally taking all night and it felt like we traveled across the whole city. We left her place around maybe 9 PM and I figured it must have been at least 3 AM by the time we got there (it probably wasn’t). I was so far gone, I forgot I was hungry and didn’t order anything. I forgot what hunger was. I hardly remember my time in the actual Subway, and I think I was mostly catatonic on the way back to her place.
My tolerance has since gone up, but that night was such a strange time and space warp for me that I have yet to experience again.