I went to the local hemp festival this year and a hippie lady asked me to carry her basket of goodies from the parking lot... It was miles we had to walk it seems... Anyway she gave me a cookie for carrying things and
I made the huge huge mistake of eating it when I was already smoking out anyway. I was just feeling good from smoking for about an hour straight when bam, it hit and I had to slink off to a corner and layed on a park bench the entire time.
Missed the whole hemp fest, the most significant speech of Jack Herer's life some have said, as well as his heart attack and who knows what else. Just missed everything what a waste.
Went home sick as a dog and felt like such a looser. Didn't meet anyone at all except that hippy lady didn't do anything didn't see anything might as well have been stuck at home with the swine flu or something it was about that productive and fun.
I did manage to make it home driving about three or so hours after I took it though, so I must have been just past the edge of having a good time. Took way longer to get home than normal though I think I was driving ok but I probably went a couple towns too far in both directions at least twice before finally remembering my own exit.