February 14, 2004


I just read an interesting entry by stand, and it reminded me of my own time when I did pot. I was paranoid then and was planning to kill myself by taking two E's. But I found this guy who used to be in my school and he gave me some high quality weed. We sat and smoked together. He was a regular, and he couldn't smoke more than a single joint of this stuff. He gave me two. After that I was walking down the road with trucks passing me, and all I could hear was the sound of birds singing. I never believed in god as the creator of all, but I felt in this higher plane, the ultimate truth, the knowledge that no one knew, I could feel as if I was one with it, enveloped by it, by blinding white light that I could see, trying to search for the birds who were singing, nowhere, and yet they were all I could hear, no trucks, no traffic, just beautiful bird songs...another moment with God.

Posted by puzli at February 14, 2004 09:41 AM


3 little birds. Robert Nesta Marley. Jah Guidance.

Posted by: stizzle at March 26, 2004 10:09 PM

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