Happy Valentines Day, Danny B

It wouldn't be a holiday if I wasn't high. This Valentine's Day, I treat myself to some red ruby chocolate with raspberries. I open the chocolate's foil wrapper and the smell of weed hits me. It's more fragrant than other INSA chocolates that I've tried over the past few months. Something tells me that I'm not going to be disappointed with this one. Well, here does nothing. I break a piece of the bar off and pop it into my mouth. A parade of flavour explodes on my tongue. You have the creaminess of the red ruby chocolate, the sweet, yet tartness of the freeze-dried raspberries and then the nice sweet, musky taste of the marijuana. I want to melt 300 of the bars down, fill the bath with it and sit and soak in this heavenly combination.

When the high hits me it washes over me and it feels like I'm bathing in champagne. I want my body to feel like this forever. The numbness of peace makes my elbows and ankles tingle. Everything feels electric. I just can't get enough of touching everything. Every breath I take feels like it's infused with mint. It's cool and crisp. I want to dance around, letting all the love I feel move through me. I want the passion to drip down my neck as my body moves, time seducing my trembling figure.

I'm watching Oasis' music video for "Stand By Me" and it hits me how long ago this was filmed. Everyone in that piece of film doesn't look like that anymore. They're not the same people who's moving images tell a story of love, life and daily life of longings. I start to think about how I've changed over the years. The youthfulness that I once possessed is starting to fade. I can't pass for a teenager anymore. I'm fully grown now. A proper human being. And yet, I find it so hard to buckle down and behave like one, much less feel like one.

I'm watching her E cups bounce around as she wiggles across the screen. I don't know how I can control myself. They're overflowing the cups. They're about to pop out of there. One misstep and the milkmaids will be free. Before I have time to enjoy the show, thick fog rolls in and the girl bounces away, everything jiggling. Rain starts to pour down around me. I'm chilled to the bone. I look out the window to see raindrops dripping off the trees. It feels like I'm both inside and outside at once. My voice is caught in my throat. I want to reach out and hug myself. I need to know that everything will eventually be okay. I need to know that I won't always have to live like this. I want to reach out and feel what could be, what probably needs to be.

I throw myself backward onto the bed and let the softness surround me. The soothing comfort of the cushion of plush fabrics takes me to another place. I feel every cell in my body tremble as I try not to give in to the familiar sorrow. I want to dream, not fight away nightmares that cause me trouble in my sleep. I don't want to feel the pain, yet sometimes I want to feel the same. My contradictions hidden in my secrets. Only for a short while can I walk the line of perfection, carefully balanced on the straight and narrow. Old habits and perils creep up on me and I dive back into what is familiar for me, rather than push ahead. The fear of the unfamiliar and worsening discomfort is what's killing me.

I'm dying for pizza. I order one with diced tomato and pineapple. I wanna try this pineapple pizza business. I never have. I love a good pizza with tomato, spinach and meatless "chicken" on top. Sometimes even the meatless "sausage crumbles". Oh my God, I should do taco night. It's been forever since I've done one of those nights. I need to. That would be just amazing.
An hour later my pizza arrives and it's fresh and hot. My mouth is watering. Shit almost always tastes so much better when you're high. It activates all the pleasure centres in the brain and fuck, do I like to partake in pleasure. It's a time when I can forget about carbs, calories, fat content and how much I hate that I need to eat. I just do. Food is fuel. But in this moment, food is pleasure. I want to drip the melted and oozing cheese all over my body and have him lick it off me. I want to feel his tongue against my collarbones and stomach. I'm craving that more than the pizza. Being high always kicks up my sex drive. Marijuana is all about the pleasure baby. The pizza is fucking amazing. I can't believe that I didn't do this before. I want so badly to fit it all in my mouth, but I can't. After three large slices, I'm full, but my brain wants more. I physically can't.

With a full stomach and good thoughts in my brain, I drift off to sleep, dreaming of forbidden nookie that I probably will never see. It feels good. I feel good. My entire body is relaxed and I don't have to worry about an overdose. I love marijuana.

REVIEW:
Taste: 10/10 I loved the sweet, smooth taste of the chocolate with the pop of tart raspberry in there. They should really keep this one.
High: 10/10 It was one of the best highs I've had in a while. It was longer than usual, consistent and I felt completely relaxed. I would purchase again in a heartbeat.

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