this one night i was at a party, just throwing back beers because it was pretty lame. I had like 8 pretty quick and then me and some kids left to go to this kid's garage, where he had a three tube hookah called "Doc Oc." We sat around a table witht the hookah on it, and had a peice with some amazing headies in it, and a water bong. I smoked waaay too much, I was like Terry Schiavo. I remember is falling out his garage door into his garden and puking my guts out next to two other kids, also on their hands and knees puking. The last thing i remember is the kid whose house it was, hosing the puke and yelling "Yo watch out he's gonna roll in it!" Then I woke up, curled in the front seat of my buddy's mini van. We went to his house, and he was talking to his parents, and I was staring at these flowers he had on his table, and it seemed like the colors of the flower were a vector, like solid colors, and i was just mesmerized by it. I don't do twisted any more.