Characters: Magnus Bane
Genre: Humor
Being 800+ years old, I would certainly know the various ways to get high.
It ranges from crack, mary-jane, huffing gasoline, sniffing white-out, injections, acid, special K, and all the crazy shit.
I have tried all of that shit at least 3 times.
But my VERY favorite that I unintetionally do EVERY FUCKING TIME I magic myself a marker, is the cursed yet beloved sharpie marker.
It's toxic fumes waft through my apartment as I write. And it's fucking fantastic.
But I will never forget that one day back when sharpies first came out... It was a fine winter day...
*FLASHBACK*
"THIS SHIT IS THE SHITS."
"Haha... Maggie... Haha, you got fucking black sharpie on your fucking face dude. Haha."
"NO I DON'T! I'M SMELLING IT."
"HAHAHAHAHA IT LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT A HITLER 'STACHE MAGGIE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *cough cough, splutter*"
"NO I DO NOT BITCH, I DO NOT. FUCK YOU. THIS SHIT IS THE SHITS."
*END IF FLASHBACK*
I remember that I hallucinated a lot too. I remember talking to armadillos that were on their way to California, because there father's girlfriend's sister's son's daughters petunias were in desperate need of pampering by professional garderners. I have them my card so that they could take care of my plants one day.
Two days later I found out that I really gave my card to a very desperate and fat prostitute in a laundry mat.
...
Oh those were the days. So carefree.