Gelato
1/6/2018
I got some from Releaf Delivery in San Diego -- I rolled a small joint, which I smoked with myself, and within three minutes I realized it was 45 minutes later. When I got up to pee, I realized it felt better to just stay naked, so I continued to undress myself in front of the convex shower mirror and I began to dance. Not just wiggle, but really dance. From my soul. When I realized I was scaring the cat, I tried to tell him I was sorry with my mind, but I think I might have been doing it wrong because he turned and left and hasn't been back since. I honestly miss him. I went to look for him and was stopped by my neighbor's caretaker for being naked in the street. A brief chase ensued, but I lost him in a taqueria. It was the single best smelling taqueria I have ever been in, and I found myself trying to convince the man behind the counter that I would bring him money after I went home and put on pants, if he would let me take home Carne Asada. We both parted ways disappointed I think. I made it home in time for Murder She Wrote, so I ate a jar of Skippy and fell asleep on the pad. That was about 7 hours ago and I am still high as fuck.