I was high out of my mind once

When I was a young negro, breaking laws and inhaling tetrahydrocannibol through a four foot bong, I would like to sit at a computer, turn the speakers up and play beautiful music.

One of these times I was contemplating life and the nature of thoughts—would I be able to think this thought if I didn’t have language? Would the feelings be the same? Would I understand myself if I was thinking with no words? If words represent ideas, what are those ideas? How are those expressed? Why was my ex so jealous? I really liked her.

So as I sat there, and felt like my ears were melting out of my nose, and thought for a split second that maybe I was having a heart attack because my heart was beating a little crazy … I looked into the trash bucket and saw all the phlegm I coughed up from the nastiest hit … and I was happy I didn’t throw up.

But then some song came on. It was by Muse, I recognized the singing but I never heard the shiznit before in my life. It was like I got shot through space on a rocket of Love. I saw Jupiter where girls were because they’re stupider. I saw Mars where I wanted to go to get more candy bars.



I saw Pluto … and thought … my that is a beautiful rock that is no longer a planet. And I disappeared into the abysmal void that was an ocean of my emotions. I’d never been so high in my life. Your future president was there some where.

I obey the law now though. I don’t smoke.