I hadn’t smoked weed in quite awhile. So when my friend walked up on my porch with his bubbler en tow I knew it was going to be a long night. Everything went violet after a couple of hits—very potent. After he left I sat in my chair, mouth ajar, wondering how much I’d have to muster just to turn on the TV. After a 20 minute internal struggle it happened. The screen cut on and Star Wars scrolled into my life. I’ve seen it a hundred times but never under the influence. When the lightsaber cut on for the first time it hummed with nascent brilliance. Screw high definition. Smoke a bowl and get swept away by Spike TV.
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