Man, i remember one time in high school I was so fucking high in art class, I got up and walked to the sharpener and I could swore in my head that I walked up there switching like a bitch.
I don’t know why that intrusive thought was in my head. But it fucked wit me and I stood there trying to replay the moment in my head to tell of if I did.
Of course knowing now, I probably just stood there looking off into the ceiling with my mouth opened, stone outta my mind.
When I got back to my chair and sat down the art teacher looked at me like this
