The first time I smoked it … I got more mellow than I had ever been in my life until that point. And as anyone who knows me can attest – and could attest before that evening, too – I can be mellow to a near Zen state. I felt like I should be pictured in dictionaries as the prototype of mellow. But since I never was, and I’m mellow about that, I didn’t much care. I’m just sayin’.
But wait! That’s not all!
I woke up the next morning, bright, chipper, happy – still mellow! – and still buzzed. Oh, what a feeling! And what an appetite, too. Even for cafeteria chicken croquettes.
From that point on I smoked pretty regularly, wasting most of my time in college, I’m afraid. The last time I smoked was kind of a “Meh,” feeling … so I quit. And that’s all I got to say about that.