Man, my head hurts. I attribute it to the three or four hits I got off this tinfoil bowl that some crazy Latino guy at the Turkey’s Nest made us smoke with him outside. Don’t smoke out of tinfoil. It’s no good for you. He was joking about how it would give you Alzheimer’s. Looking back, I feel like this can’t be far from the truth. Never again. I mean, I had a great time, got wicked stoned, and then had this long mystical walk back to my house wherein I unraveled all sorts of mysteries of the universe and like human consciousness or something. It was pretty intense. The whole time, I felt like I was just guiding my body home via joystick. Every few blocks, I would have to look around and do a reality check, and make sure I was going the right direction. I got home fine though. Actually, I seem to have gotten home in record time. Man, looking back, there are straight up parts of that walk home that I don’t remember - but that’s probably the tinfoil talking. It all started when I was drinking with my friend Aron from work, and his girl Amy, and all of a sudden, I said something about Aron’s package of Bali Shag on the table, and smoking something. And this dude is like “You guys want smoke doobie?” And we’re like, “Uh… yeah… I guess.” And then he says that he has “appliances,” and drops this tinfoil pipe on Aron, and a teeny bag of weed, with instructions to load it up. So, Aron does, and we all go out for a few puffs. It seemed innocuous at first, and then the guy started going on and on about how he got all these artshows by giving guys blowjobs or something. The mood turned weird after that, and we decided to head home, Aron & Amy grabbing a car service, and me grabbing a long crazy walk home. Man, don’t smoke out of tinfoil “appliances”. The whole walk home I could taste the metal coating my mouth, and now I can feel this cloudiness in my head, that I don’t like one bit. All in all a fun night though, with a lot of crazy revelations & shit… I forgot the word I was gonna say after “revelations”… Like I said, don’t smoke outta tinfoil.