At this moment I was not there I mean I was there… But I wasn’t there I would slip in and out of reality not remembering what had happened five minutes before It killed so many of my brain cells that I can actually tell the difference I remember... Smoking it on top of a recycling bin that had bee flipped over in the garage And when I stood up Everything became unreal Sounds were quieter I couldn’t feel my lips moving but words were coming out And I didn’t register in my mind what I was saying or doing I just ended up in the car While my brother went off to get his money in the house I felt as though I had been sitting in that car for hours So I went to go get him and he told me it had been minutes There are really no words to describe how it was I was not smoking your average weed It was a trip