I remember my mid-teens with cannabis: everything was hilarious, conversations became sprawling philosophical explorations that went nowhere but felt profound, and music didn’t just sound good—it became a transcendent experience that demanded I explain its brilliance to anyone within earshot. I’d get high and want to do things: go to concerts, explore the city at 2 AM, have deep talks about the nature of reality while eating an entire pizza.
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