GANJA TALES
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in 1997 i used to run a coffeeshop in manhattan. and one day my friend rolls up in her brand new jeep CJ7 1982 frikken hot!!!!! and a nice bag of weed [which was laced with angel dust] smells like burning nail polish remover was is it called...acetone something or other.real different but initially a good high, until the weirdness starts to happen and life starts to move real slow and then speed up like mesculine but then your sinking thru the floor and then you start gettting the chattering teeth and you cant stop and you start to lick your lips which leands to your teet hgrinding real hard andd you star to bite your lips and then ......its like all normal and nothing is happening its all quiet around and everything is flowing so smoothly and your looking around and no one knew what happened to which teh high goes like 11 hours of weirdness, if i knew before hand what i was getting into i probably would of loved it, but 11 hours of craazy weird hell running a bar/ coffeeshop tripping balls tweaking out....
i miss 1997!!!! good clean pure good fun!!!