Nobody's Reading Day Seven: Finally
Okay, okay I know this is off scheduel by five days or so but unfortunitely I started Nobody's Reading at a time when real life was a lot more interesting. So here is the final day. On Friday, I'll post the wrap up segment.
Enjoy!
For the final Nobody’s Reading, I’m going to share with you a very special story, the story of the first and only time I ever got high. Normally, I don’t drink or smoke because I don’t like the taste of alcohol and I don’t see the point of being under the influence.
So, how did I find myself high as a kite and panicking in a bathroom stall? Trying fit in at a debate conference in the 11th grade!
Most people get high for the first time at a friends house of party. Me? At a debate conference surrounded by debaters! In retrospect, that fact alone should have told me this was all fucked up. From what I remember (I was really high so my memory is a bit fuzzy) the first time I tried to smoke, I ended up nearly coughing up a lung. One of the people in the group told me that up until he met me, he had always thought Bill Clinton was full of shit about the weed thing. Apparently, I was the first person he had ever scene who managed to puff and not inhale. This is one of the only times in my life where I ever felt the sway of teen per pressure. The next time I got a chance, I made it my business to get high come Hell or high water.
Now at the time, I knew of this girl who had smoked so much weed, she couldn’t tell the difference between Coke and Sprite. I figured that as long as it didn’t get that bad, I was okay. Wrong! After I got high, I thought my brain had dislodged was slowly scraping against my skull and walking up stairs only sped up the loss of my mind. I either did an impromptu or an ed-com while high and may or may not have shouted out, “who are we bullshitting?” during someone else speech. No, I did not win anything. At some point I panicked and found myself stuck in a bathroom stall convinced that I didn’t have enough brain power to open the door. Like I said, my memory is fuzzy at best, but I’ll tell you what I do remember clearly, the people at the next meet I went to who pointed at me and said, “That’s that one girl.”
Alright, there you go, the main reason you will never see Patrice getting high, even if it means not being able to fully enjoy the Aqua Teen Hunger Movie.
Enjoy!
For the final Nobody’s Reading, I’m going to share with you a very special story, the story of the first and only time I ever got high. Normally, I don’t drink or smoke because I don’t like the taste of alcohol and I don’t see the point of being under the influence.
So, how did I find myself high as a kite and panicking in a bathroom stall? Trying fit in at a debate conference in the 11th grade!
Most people get high for the first time at a friends house of party. Me? At a debate conference surrounded by debaters! In retrospect, that fact alone should have told me this was all fucked up. From what I remember (I was really high so my memory is a bit fuzzy) the first time I tried to smoke, I ended up nearly coughing up a lung. One of the people in the group told me that up until he met me, he had always thought Bill Clinton was full of shit about the weed thing. Apparently, I was the first person he had ever scene who managed to puff and not inhale. This is one of the only times in my life where I ever felt the sway of teen per pressure. The next time I got a chance, I made it my business to get high come Hell or high water.
Now at the time, I knew of this girl who had smoked so much weed, she couldn’t tell the difference between Coke and Sprite. I figured that as long as it didn’t get that bad, I was okay. Wrong! After I got high, I thought my brain had dislodged was slowly scraping against my skull and walking up stairs only sped up the loss of my mind. I either did an impromptu or an ed-com while high and may or may not have shouted out, “who are we bullshitting?” during someone else speech. No, I did not win anything. At some point I panicked and found myself stuck in a bathroom stall convinced that I didn’t have enough brain power to open the door. Like I said, my memory is fuzzy at best, but I’ll tell you what I do remember clearly, the people at the next meet I went to who pointed at me and said, “That’s that one girl.”
Alright, there you go, the main reason you will never see Patrice getting high, even if it means not being able to fully enjoy the Aqua Teen Hunger Movie.