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Once, I waked (after three hours of sleep) and baked before a 7:30 class, thinking some THC is what I needed for an energy boost.* I go to the library to pee before class. Odd, no urinals. After I come out of the stall, I notice this odd machine on the wall. Someone walks in who looks exactly like a female. So does the next person. When it finally dawns of me that I'm in the woman's bathroom (and the machine on the wall dispenses tampons), I totally freak out, thinking that someone's going to call the cops or something. As I run out, I bump into some chick coming in. I turn my head, as if my face is the only way to tell I'm a male, and pray, just pray that I don't get arrested.
*-Amazing isn't it? I'd smoke for energy, smoke to sleep, smoke 'cause I was sad, or happy, or bored. Took awhile to learn pot was actually not solving any problems nor enhancing any experience. What a dope!
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