“The whole first week, I thought I was psychic. I thought I had new powers all of a sudden, you know. I’d be like, ‘Where are my keys? Oh, they’re in my pocket.’ How did I know that? Oh my gosh!”
Nick Swarsdon, on quitting weed.
AKA, my life 30 seconds ago since I haven’t had a “stash” of my own in about a month and half. Literally. I literally thought, “god my keys are lost agai — WAIT, NO. I REMEMBER I PUT THEM ON MY SHELF.” It was a moment of such clarity it almost made me want to never smoke marijuana again, but then I remember how much better it is to giggle for an hour straight than it is to know where your keys are.
(via whydoihaveablog)
