I used to do a lot of ecstasy, and whenever I was really rolling I'd always think "this is so great, right now, everything that is happening right now is so great - but you're not going to remember any of it tomorrow." And the thing is, I could always remember having that thought. I just couldn't remember anything else.
Man, I know that feeling. When I’m stoned I always say “tomorrow I’ll write about how I feel “ and the next day, when I sit down to write, the only feeling I genuinely recall is my urge to write about something (:
Reading this over my morning coffee and nearly woke up my whole house laughing. It was that you ate the cake on the stage, like some performance piece, and then offered some cake to the audience. Your stories are both visceral and disquieting. It just feels right that, intentionally or not, you’d ask the audience to engage their senses while sitting in uncomfortable silence.
תודה! הצילום המקורי הוא של בן סינקלר הסטאלן ויוצר "תסדר אותי!" ועבודת הפוטושופ היא של נועה המדהימה שעוזרת לי בכל מה שקשור לניוזלטר ושבלעדיה עדיין הייתי מנסה עכשיו להבין איך מתחברים לאינטרנט.
I once worked at a beloved magazine, and one day a new editor joined - a 21 year old Yale grad or some such. It was her very first job.
One of my coworkers took her down to a cafe near the office on her first day for an intro chat. A cafe employee brought them a bonus smoothie - a gift. It was a weed smoothie but he didn’t tell either of them.
I’m my meeting with this new employee that afternoon, she seemed so spaced out. This girl must be a total genius, I remember thinking.
The next morning, my coworker came up to me and shared that she realized that she had been high as hell at work the day before. Tye smoothie must have been laced.
It turns out the new employee had never smoked weed before that day. She would have had no idea what was happening to her when she just started tripping balls at her very first day of her very first job.
That must have been a wild experience for her mind. I’ll never forget it myself, and I was just a bystander.
..you made my morning. It's hysterical, really. and my morning begged to be made(?) so thank you so much
I won't go into telling my story, which was quite different as well, but the driver's name started with "A" as well. "Coincidence?.."
I know that feeling, too..that stories(or toy animals, or just about everything that you feel close) might become offended if you pick only one of them? I'm so glad I'm not alone at that either.
I used to do a lot of ecstasy, and whenever I was really rolling I'd always think "this is so great, right now, everything that is happening right now is so great - but you're not going to remember any of it tomorrow." And the thing is, I could always remember having that thought. I just couldn't remember anything else.
Man, I know that feeling. When I’m stoned I always say “tomorrow I’ll write about how I feel “ and the next day, when I sit down to write, the only feeling I genuinely recall is my urge to write about something (:
This is hysterical. I can only hope to have readings this interesting…
Reading this over my morning coffee and nearly woke up my whole house laughing. It was that you ate the cake on the stage, like some performance piece, and then offered some cake to the audience. Your stories are both visceral and disquieting. It just feels right that, intentionally or not, you’d ask the audience to engage their senses while sitting in uncomfortable silence.
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תודה! הצילום המקורי הוא של בן סינקלר הסטאלן ויוצר "תסדר אותי!" ועבודת הפוטושופ היא של נועה המדהימה שעוזרת לי בכל מה שקשור לניוזלטר ושבלעדיה עדיין הייתי מנסה עכשיו להבין איך מתחברים לאינטרנט.
חבל שלא הייתי שם, בפעם הראשונה. חוץ מזה שהאנגלית שלי ממש משתפרת עם הסיפורים שלך. כבר חידשתי את אוצר המילים שלי בשלוש מילים שלמות
:) מאמין שמדובר בשלוש מילים קריטיות עבור כל סאטלו חובב
This reads like fiction and then you think to yourself, yeah, this totally happened (minus the embellishments). That must have been some cheesecake.
I once worked at a beloved magazine, and one day a new editor joined - a 21 year old Yale grad or some such. It was her very first job.
One of my coworkers took her down to a cafe near the office on her first day for an intro chat. A cafe employee brought them a bonus smoothie - a gift. It was a weed smoothie but he didn’t tell either of them.
I’m my meeting with this new employee that afternoon, she seemed so spaced out. This girl must be a total genius, I remember thinking.
The next morning, my coworker came up to me and shared that she realized that she had been high as hell at work the day before. Tye smoothie must have been laced.
It turns out the new employee had never smoked weed before that day. She would have had no idea what was happening to her when she just started tripping balls at her very first day of her very first job.
That must have been a wild experience for her mind. I’ll never forget it myself, and I was just a bystander.
Why did he gave her this shake in the first place? Was it a prank? Doesn’t sound funny…
Terrible right? I heard they fired him for it ... no one won in this duration
*situation!
We need to build editing for comments ...
Very funny! You told your story so well.
..you made my morning. It's hysterical, really. and my morning begged to be made(?) so thank you so much
I won't go into telling my story, which was quite different as well, but the driver's name started with "A" as well. "Coincidence?.."
I know that feeling, too..that stories(or toy animals, or just about everything that you feel close) might become offended if you pick only one of them? I'm so glad I'm not alone at that either.