on Getting Supremely Fucked Up

Happened to me in 2012. My buddy got in good with this smoke show of a bartender in the Gold Coast. She had a roommate who was also down to hang, but they didn’t get out of work until 3am. Hardly a deterrent for us. We bar-hopped and walked around the neighborhood to kill time.

Fast forward and we’re finally at their apartment. The girls prepped a gravity bong for all of us to enjoy. The last thing I remember was taking a massive rip, to the point where one of them said, “Wow, that’s a big hit for anybody.” Mind you, I hadn’t smoked much weed at this point in my life. I remember taking a hit from a bowl or an apple here and there, but by no means was I accustomed to the sticky icky.

I woke up several hours later, confused and alone on their couch.