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Was straight arrow, into sports and health nut. Drugs were strictly off limit. Fast forward to 18, met a girl, made some friends through her clique, few were tokers. We bonded fast, so, some months later, we're sitting in a park late at night, playing guitar, hanging. Someone lights up a joint and it gets passed around. First time I waived it off. But peer pressure was no match for my will, especially after my girl got lit up and told me it would be fun. Few tokes later, I'm bent over coughing my lungs out. Few minutes later, I'm splattered on pavement like a road kill, trying to stop the earth from spinning around me, really nauseous. I must have laid there for an eternity, but heard people whispering, like I had superpowers or something. One girl off to the side, whispered to her boyfriend "finger me", I heard it - swear to god. So, I say drunkenly "did you just ask him to finger you?"
She was about 15 feet away. All I heard was a gasp and her boyfriend said to her "why don't you fucking shout it next time!". She was in shock, everyone in stitches, laughing their ass off. The girl was like - how the fuck did you hear it? But I just did. She decided to test me. Everyone got super quiet and she whispered something in her bf's ear, asking if anyone heard it. No one did. But me. She said "there's no way he can hear me call him a freaky weirdo this quietly".
Even today, I notice that when I get high, my hearing becomes super sensitive...
Oh, and I had munches from hell - don't remember what I ate but I never shat so much before or since.
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