What exactly IS "coming down?" - live blog

Smoked some weed and head off in hopes of learning more about what "coming down" actually feels like over the course of the night.

Robo ghost
I get in the elevator.  The door starts to close, then halfway through it opens back up as if there was something blocking the way.  There was nothing blocking the way.  It closes, and it dawns on me that I might be riding this elevator with a ghost.  Furthermore, if the mechanical door sensed this ghost's presence, perhaps this is some kind of mechanical ghost.  The ghost of a computer or robot, if you will.

Fuckin' high.

Door celebration flex

Long story short I had to go up and down the elevator three times. On the third time I was heading back down from my floor, and as the elevator door opened I heard one of my neighbors' doors start to open.  I am in no state/mood to ride an elevator with another person.  I jump in and slam the "close door" button with speed and accuracy comparable solely to that of a laser.  As the door gets closer and closer to being closed, I gradually lean towards it on one knee and find myself kneeling on the floor as the door finally closes, pumping my fist slowly in pride.

Still high.

Almost blew up

Now I'm(ay or may not be) driving and I'm not gonna make it to the Westside without getting gas.  I fill up at some station before the highway and go to put the pump back on that little thing it sits on.  It doesn't seem to fit, but I try to jam it and it won't go up or in anymore, so I figure it just feels loose.  I let go and it falls to the ground.  By some force of nature my reaction speeds have been slowed, and I find myself reaching down for it with one hand, while the other is still in my pocket.  I put it back and bust a move out of there.

Fachk.

Magic drive

So there are two highways that intersect near my place, meaning there are four different places to get on the highway.  I realize I chose the way that leads to the three directions that I don't need (which is bullshit because this way is by turning south off Ventura, and south is the direction I want to go, so why are the north, east, and west exits on the road that heads due south, while the south exit is further west? But I digress).  Anyways, this leads me to not taking the highway, and idk if any of you have driven south down Sepulveda but I legit felt like I was in Gran Turismo. Truly magical.

Not even THAT high...maybe a little.

I FOUND IT? I REMEMBERED HOW TO GET HERE??
Remember me fucking up at that gas station?  Well the plan had been to look up directions after I pumped, but I had to get the fuck out of there because I was flustered, so now I don't really know where I'm going.  I've been to this bar once before though, so I decide to wing it and go on instinct.  So I just take every turn that feels right and then find myself at the bar.

How high can I be?

Talkin n chillen
So at the bar I proceed to talk and chill, thus losing sight of my research.  Maybe this is the nature of coming down?  You're thinking all these ideas, and having all these moments, and you've got all this shit in your brain, and then you just slowly kinda don't.  I was also downing margaritas pretty fast so maybe what I just described is getting drunk.  But whatever, fuck you NSA.