Because I Got High: First time fried and smoking with a cold

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Collegian | Sophia Sirokman

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First time fried

The first time I smoked, I thought it would last forever and that my brain would be screwed up for life — I’d be perma-fried. I cried because I didn’t want to be high at school, but my mouth was so dry and I was so confused that I ended up getting distracted from my sadness by Bon Appetit’s “From the Test Kitchen.” Then I fell asleep, waking up normal. LOL.


Smoking with a cold

One of my less wise decisions was to smoke with a cold. My friends and I used a bong, which helped a bit, but those hits were definitely mistakes I couldn’t help but make. It was a nice enough high, but damn. My lungs straight up did not want to function the next day, and I’m still not sure if I passed on my bug to any of my friends. Sorry guys.

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