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Originally Posted by noise
oh, to be young again!
i remember the days...
dicing 1/2 oz of moist, fresh shrooms to make hallucinogenic guacamole...
eating gel tabs before going on an expedition into the local cave system while blasting the Mission Impossible theme through a walkman...
smoking a j found on the floor of a pub only to find it laced with PCP, then having to wake up your housemate at 3am because you think that passing trains are alien spaceships coming to get you...
hippie flipping and going to the local dance club just to end up standing in the corner and watching the chequerboard floor turn in to a maelstrom of colours...
or just downing an eighth of sticky buds through the hookah with my housemate and playing 007 Goldeneye on the N64 for hours on end...
aaah... 
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Those were the days. And nights. And pre-dawns. And early mornings. And days again.