^that doesn’t “suck ass” at all. Moments of Clarity are crazy. They fuck with your mind more than any drug out there. Maybe we all should retell any Moments of Clarity that we’ve had.
Ok, I’ll go first.
When I got arrested, I had to sit in the back of the squad car with really tight handcuffs on my wrists. My best friend, who had the same misfortune as me, was sitting next to me. I just reminisced about our innocence when we were younger (a lot younger) and how we got into smoking weed. It felt so wrong that we had smoked every day (despite being productive members of society…or as productive as a high school jr. and sr. could be).
Then, it hit me.
“Damn. I really need a cigarette.”