Because I Got High: EDM mishaps

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Collegian | Sophia Sirokman

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EDM mishaps

I’ve never been a huge EDM fan or a huge smoker, but high school me decided it would be a good idea to step out of my comfort zone and do them both at the same time. My friends (experienced stoners) and I went to the show early because they loved EDM and wanted to be at the rail to head bang. By the time the show started we were ripping a dab pen and enjoying the music. Then it became nightmarish, as I quickly got way too high. All I remember focusing on was how the strange dude who shoved up next to me on the rail smelled so bad. He smelled like a straight dumpster. Time felt like it moved in slow motion, and I just had to be jostled around on the rail, wrapped in the B.O. of an EDM-loving stranger. Gross!


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