Cocaine: telling 100mph stories about bobby socks and the time you thought a trashcan was a walrus to the stoned guy who's gone to his happy place and has no idea what you just said, but you think he did because he's smiling.
I wound up at a party chit chatting with a nice young lady. The only problem was she had obviously recently indulged some sort of powdery substance. That's what prompted the soliloquy from her that lasted about 30min straight.
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