But then again I thought Mexican brick weed in the ‘90s was too strong sometimes. There’s no way I can handle any of the shit they make nowadays. Nah, I’m not in the mood to time travel, talk to dogs telepathically, get stuck in thought loops, be more painfully introspective and awkward than usual, and white knuckle it because I feel like I’m dying for hours, thank you very much.
Jesus Christ that sounds awful.
But then again I thought Mexican brick weed in the ‘90s was too strong sometimes. There’s no way I can handle any of the shit they make nowadays. Nah, I’m not in the mood to time travel, talk to dogs telepathically, get stuck in thought loops, be more painfully introspective and awkward than usual, and white knuckle it because I feel like I’m dying for hours, thank you very much.