It’s not my Fault I’m Stoned
The question “are you stoned?” arises frequently in my life. If it’s a friend the question morphs to “you look fucked up.”
“Your pupils are HUUUUGE.”
So my drug cocktail is strong, but I need it to get through the day.
I can deal with huge pupils but going into a panic over nothing just doesn’t fly with me.
Sometimes I wish people would just stop pointing things out.