I don't know if I can type when I'm high, as I've never tried... But, I know that I can type when I'm burning out, as I am right now. Right around the munchies stage I know I can type quite easily. I could type when I'm really drunk, but I always have more of the "Fuck it, they can deal with it." mindset at that point.
ANYHOO, I made plans to get some guitar lessons from my friend Jay tonight. He ended up showing up about 7 or so hours before now. We drove around for a while, the whole while I had the feeling in my stomach that you get when you feel you just wasted your night. The car he was driving's window was wobbly, and ever time he'd turn it'd almost fall out. The door itself wasn't that stable. First he went to some place and bought some pot.
When we got to his place we went into his basement, and he told me some stuff about how certain chords are the same chords and how chords are determined by baseline, and some other shit about CAGE(D?)... After a while a friend of his showed up with a 6 pack of budweiser. The friend drank 1, Jay had 1 and I had 4. I drink a lot faster than them and was pretty buzzed at this point, which is when they took out the pot. At this point, I felt like smoking weed again. The friend(we'll call him Tom) started going on about how when you're drunk you always want to get more fucked up and I agreed with him. I then took a fucking huge bong 'hit', one so huge that the tray leaked some sparks into the chamber, which had so much smoke in it that it looked opaque. I couldn't finish it all, there was still a small hit left that Jay took. All that wasn't hitting me very hard as at that point I just remember feeling a bit drunk. I finished off my last beer, then immediately took another pretty decent sized hit. I know when I'm taking a big hit or not depending on if Tom calls me a pussy or not(even though he doesn't use bongs anymore 'cause he finds them 'too harsh"),
I went to take a piss, and I got that weird ass strobe-lighty feeling. I would move, and it would feel like I was moving like some kind of puzzle or something? I don't know, it's really hard to explain. After that, we left for a grocery store with 2 pretty fat joints. I smoked half of one, which was about 7-8 nice size tokes. This is when it REALLY hit me. My existence just seemed so unreal and I felt incredibly detached from EVERYTHING. I went to the bathroom again at the store, my friends reassured me that my eyes weren't red. I went into the bathroom and starting peeing, but my mind was constantly wondering, not even sure what about. Basically anything, mostly about my life and how shit was really happening, even though it didn't feel like it. The whole time I was in there, it felt like I was in another world. My friends told me afterwards that I was in there for like 20 minutes, but I kept reassuring myself that I wasn't really in there long, it was only the weed. After all, most of the time I was in there I was peeing, I think. The room felt like it was uber tiny for some reason. I remember thinking that I was peeing on my shoes for a second and freaking out, only to look down and see that I was perfectly in line with the toilet bowl. On our way home, Tom bought me a drink of water for my 'pasties'/dry-mouth. It was pretty crazy, I held the bottle in 1 hand the whole 5minute trek home, mind you in -32~ with wind-chill, you'd expect my hand to get really cold... But I couldn't feel the pain, it was like I was so fucking detached that it was just a feeling without any nerve sensors, like sight. It was the weirdest thing.
When we got in, I took another small hit, and then we started jamming out. I'm still kinda bad, but it was still fun to play some crazy psychedelic riffs with crazy effects on. We also had a synthesizer going, and there was some really crazy ass parts where I was clapping and slapping my knees to the beat. We both played in the beat of the synth sometimes too. It sounded fucking AWESOME! I bet it sounded really stupid in reality, but that was one of my most fun musical experience ever. At 11:35, having taken my last hit at around early ten, and having finished my last beer at around 8, I was feeling crazy burnt-out and tired. We called it a night... I went home and nestled up in front of my computer with some hot-wings, 2Pillsbury Cinamon rolls, 5 christmas(dunno the brand, they're in a blue tin) cookies, a banana and a big glass of milk.
Oh yeah, I tried hard not to get paranoid this time and it worked. I only heard Justin's grandmother when she actually wasn't around once; I think I had the right to, considering it was right when I got back in from smoking half a joint and zoning hard in that bathroom. I still have the taste of weed in my mouth right now... I still got that feeling where I was one with my chair/what I was sitting on. Got that boxed in feeling, like I'm just occupying mass in a small area or some shit a bit in Jay's basement, and really hard in that bathroom.
Was a fun night, now I need to get some fucking sleep. I feel like I'm going to pass out...
EDIT: Jesus, I should write a novel. That's a lot of fucking stuff. I didn't even realize when I was writing it.
