I think I've told the story before, but the one time I smoked Hashish I actually saw the music notes in bright Neon colors. Orange, Red, green and yellows all tumbling around the bed room. Very interesting, since I was totally blind. And that tinny little radio was pumping out live concert level sounds. Still, it scared me enough that I never tried that again.
Did I mention that I went to bed because the chair I was sitting on suddenly turned sideways? It's a wonder I didn't fall off!
My wife, I was married to Trish at the time, had invited two friends over. They'd not been there more than ten or fifteen minutes until we lit up, the chair tipped and I told them that they'd been there long enough, and I opened the door and told them good night.
Some stuff, huh.
Curious Carl
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