Seriously.

I took one brownie once. I cut it in half, cut that half in half, and cut that half in half.

I'm bad at math. But I think that's an 8th?

I ate that. Was swimming. Drinking. An hour goes by

2. 3. Nothing. So I was like ok. I'll do the other little half... So a 4th?

1 hour. 2 hours. More.

Then I was like fuck it. Those are bunk. Whatever.

I was graduating ok. We had to go to throw bar with all the professors and do a showcase of the child we made that year. Luckily I didn't have any because my last semester was all electives and capstone classes, but I was there taking to professors and such. And I'm talking to my friend Mark and he's like... Are you ok? You look tired.

My pov:

"You know what? I feeeeeeeeeeeel tiii"

Then they were picking me up off the ground and I was like what happened??