I was just reminded of something by a comment left by Sarah about attending an event hosted by Salem cigarettes. One time, I was “rocked off my ass” on “marijuana” and went out to a bar with a bunch of friends. Some dude was there, giving away Salem products. Namely, toothpicks. I tried one, and in my heightened state of awareness, it tasted like poison. Like, the pot molecules were allowing me to become aware of how these toothpicks were coated - nay, drenched - with some sort of virulent addictive compound. That shit was so strong that I could smell it too. And as I put the toothpick up to my mouth, I could like feel this cloud of poison coming towards me. It was in fact very reminiscent of their green swirly logo… And I’m damn sure if you were to finish a whole pack of these toothpicks, you’d be craving a pack of Salems like there was no tomorrow.

I mean, I was really blazed at the time all this happened. But that doesn’t discredit it, quite the opposite. My senses get all crazy when I get really really stoned. Sometimes I can physically taste things by touching them with my fingers. Synaesthesia at it’s finest.