....I went upstairs to my gay friend Al's apartment. Well, he and Jimmy and Don were all up there in a daisy chain. Nah, I'm just kidding. But they were putting together a weight bench. Well anyway, I was talking to Jimmy and he asked me a question. I don't really remember what it was, but I was tripping so hard that instead of answering him with, "Yeah man.", like I meant to, I instead said, "Yes ma'am."

Also, one time I was tripping I came up with, "What if life were like this all of the time and whenever you wanted to come down you had to eat an antacid? Then you'd be like, 'Whoa! I'm normal!! This is some killer shit!'"

Thank you for listening. I love you.

I can tell you man from experience - all antacids do is make you fart a lot. Now that's not a good trip is it? You may start thinking someones stuck a dead rat up your arse and freak out really bad!!