had one in the early 90’s that had me walking shoeless and drpping in sweat, out of an apartment littered with exploded houseplants, dirt stains on the wall, wearing a down winter jacket on a 95F day, headed to a freeway on ramp to hitch god knows where while my buddy ran into a car dealership screaming that I was dead and my ghost was following him. That was bad shit. I don’t miss hallucinogens.
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