Waking up at 4am on the loo and then trying to creep back into bed without waking the love of your life,jeez

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Ohh – when it comes to that I remember the “haze” of the surf guitars at a Tremelo Beer Gut concert at VoxHall in Aarhus Denmark after drinking hard all Day. There is nothing that beats that combined with the tequila late in the night. Its so adictive and I miss that feeling every time I’m getting boored. It must be loud, it must be late, and it must be tequila!

Back in the days we would go out camping in the woods with my brother and a cousin. It’s rural France and we enjoyed the fact that we could get high on some cactus in the middle of the woods, around a campfire under the stars with no one to bother us. Or at least that what we thought.
One of those nights where the stars are too many to count and new constellations seem to appear out of nowhere, we saw a light moving between the pine trees surrounding our little campsite. Immediate paranoia, anguish. Is it getting closer? Is it coming our way? Who the hell can it b at two in the morning in the middle of nowhere? Police, angry neighbour, Hunter? And let me tell you that at the same time the cactus was working on us like never before. It was getting a bit of a mess in our heads and we would just stick to the campfire, trying to relax ourselves listening to music, looking as innocent as possible for when a voice would finally shout “POLICE” or something along the lines of “what are you doing here?”.
We would have a look at this damned moving light time to time and try not to think about it, not to trigger more paranoia in the middle of one of the strongest trip we ever had. But it was nearly impossible to keep it out of our minds.
Finally and even though he was as high as the rest of us, my brother decided to risk a recon mission in the dark woods with a flashlight. He went crawling and crashing in the bushes. In the beginning we would spot his flashlight, but then we got “distracted” and lost track of time. It seemed he was gone forever.
My cousin & I were very busy trying to figure out what we would casually say to a (now 3am) passerby, barely managing to make some jokes about the fact that even if he could overlook the strong smell of weed and the bottle of rhum lying on the floor, he would probably be alarmed by the crazy look on our faces, our giants pupils. Our weird taste in music would be the final touch giving us away.
Finally and probably after was certainly not even 45 minutes my brother just shouted from 10m away of the campfire. He was just lying in the middle of the ferns. He had been observing the light moving in the dark in silence, probably tripping absolute balls listening to my cousin & I bullshiting. And now he was shouting “guys! everything is fine! it’s just the moon ! the f*cking moon !”
Even though we were relieved, we had a hard time believing this fast moving light was our distant satellite… We’ve spent another 10 minutes debating it before laughing it off. And that kids, is how you learn that moon moves crazy fast near the horizon.

A second-hand smoke experience, but as teenagers my sister and I scored some fine (for our meagre income) weed that her loser boyfriend had somehow got hold of and saved the last bit for her. Returning home to an empty house for a long smoke in an adult-free house, we found our parents were home as their weekend trip had fallen through at the last minute.

With this lump burning a hole in my pocket and paranoia about being caught by a disciplinarian dad (who, like Mr Hand in Fast Times, was convinced everyone was on drugs even though he had zero idea what weed even did or smelled like), I ditched it as soon as I could. My panic must’ve taken over because the only place I could rationalise it’d would be safe was in one of the old man’s pipes in his pipe cabinet which he smoked after Sunday dinner.

Once safely free of incriminating evidence I relaxed. And forgot to retrieve it. Needless to say the aroma of weed emanating from his study that Sunday afternoon was both unexpected and hilarious.

He went to his grave many years later never knowing he’d gotten higher than most of my friends. I’m simultaneously glad I gave him that experience and annoyed I never even got to have a toke of it.

The highest I have ever been was at an Arms and Sleepers concert. This was at a small venue in Amsterdam. There I was completely off my rocker. Couldn’t stand normally, but bent my knees because I hardly felt them anymore. It was so intense to experience all the stimuli, but at the same time I let everything happen to me, making it one of the best concert experiences ever! The day after, I went to another concert in another city to experience it “sober” as well. Insane!!!

In Third Man’s embrace, vinyl takes its stand,
Cannabis leaf grooves, a partnership so grand.
Spin the record, let Third Man’s spirit flow,
A leafy dance on wax, where echoes grow

In grooves of green, a vinyl tale unfolds,
A cannabis rhythm, where stories are told.
Spin the record, let the highs unfurl,
A leafy melody, in a vinyl world.

Back in school we had an evening with a teacher and the pupils. Before my teacher arrived we thought it was a good idea to put a piece of pot into a chocolate milk. Thing is we put one whole gram into a single small mug. After drinking it nothing happened and after half an hour I drank two large cans of beer. Meanwhile my teacher arrived and my world started spinning in my head. She realized something was wrong and said this should be my last beer. I answered „but I only had two“ 😁😂

Worst trip of my life, took so long before it stopped and I felt pretty sick the whole time 😁

Once I had a horrible headache and I decided to take medicine. I took the wrong one and instead of paracetamol I took antidepressants. I still had headache but I didn’t care