I'm kind of drunk now and I was high earlier and my teenage summer is grand, rich, teeming with possibility.
I'm putting a terrible metaphor for why I've never liked alcohol together in my head. I've always felt like being high on weed was like growing a pair of weak stubby wings, whereas being drunk is like falling into a hole. I'm guessing now that what matters is what you find in the hole.
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