The night before last I dreamed that I had been exiled; from school, society, everything. I flew away, faster than Peter Pan and went to my special tree, taller than any building I've ever seen. Everything was dark and eerie, with the exception of the colorful beads that hung from every branch. Apparently I had been there numerous times- I had even carved a bed to sleep in- it seemed like home. I was lonely, but happy. I spent most of my time flying and the rest of my time being mischievous in order to get revenge on the society I was no longer a part of.
I took one today.
I held my breath underwater until I was about to pass out.
I did this so when I got that first gasp of air; I'd appreciate it like none other- it worked.
Now I'm content just breathing in the air.
Last weekend in Tahoe (on the border of California and Nevada) Needless to say we crossed over to the California side of the lake for our smoking sessions.
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