Had a bad case of BTB last night. Just polished off a fat bowl and was getting ready to chill out like I had to.
Mum: Dude, Granny's in the hopsicle... We gotta ride! (along those lines)
Me: *oh shit* (exact thought)

Got dressed in a very wobbly fashion and spent the whole night (in the car, walking, in the lift, sitting in the waiting room, talking to my mum and sister) with my eyes completely locked on the screen of my phone. I knew they were blaring red... and only when you're high do you realise how terribly bright it is in a hospital.

Would love to live in a world where you could wear your red eyes like a badge of honour.