I was at work.

Yeah, I know. I didn’t realize how much I was taking, or that the effect would be so strong, which makes it even stupider (I know that you’re supposed to know exactly what you’re taking, have a safe, stable environment, with people you feel comfortable with, etc. It was not like that at all.) Everyone who works there knows what happened, but I didn’t get in trouble, I think because I’m the last person anyone would expect to take drugs in the first place. I felt horrible afterwards, but it wasn’t because of the drugs, it was because I knew I’d done something retarded and gotten away with it.

Thinking back on it, though, now that time has passed, it was beautiful. I’m sorry I wasn’t in a better place to relax and just appreciate it. I remember talking to my friend and having to stop because I felt like every moment that passed had happened a million times before. I’d already picked that fork up a million times before, I’d already lifted my foot a million times, etc. I’d turn my head and feel like a whole day had passed – no wait it was quicker than a second – no wait it was an hour…. time felt like it was slowed down a ton but every now and then I’d realize. Then I felt like I was huge, and like everything was a videogame – things looked like they were outlined in crayon. I remember yelling that every second was like the best music video ever, and that I understood art. I really felt like I did, though. There were weird voices and noises like in Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band. And everything just felt… I can’t explain it, but it was like I was witnessing some side of the world that isn’t always visible, like I was in on some secret I’d been left out of before. I’m a painter, and love music, so it really did change the way I look at art and listen to music, and the way I think about reality. I think I’m a little calmer now, and a little more open to life just ~happening.~ Things definitely changed for me, and I’m glad it happened at all. 🙂