High

So I finally got high. I'm not going to talk a bunch about it because I don't want to be one of those jackass bloggers who turns off his comments and just talks about smoking pot (not talking about anyone specific, just generally, I promise).

I described it to Desiree like this. Do you know those pictures that you look at and see and old hag, then someone tells you it's also the picture of a young woman? After that, you can't imagine what it's like not to see the young woman. That kind of describes it. I couldn't remember exactly what it was like to get high when I did with Mary nearly a year ago. Now it can't imagine not remembering.

This doesn't change my opinion on smoking pot or the people who do so regularly. It was a Holiday. A vacation from my higher standard.