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The one time I smoked (or remember smoking) hashish, '94 I think, was at a party where I didn't know anyone, and the people I came with...well, I had no idea what happened to them. Most likely, they weren't far away from me the whole time.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only 20 minutes or so, I thought I should call a trusted friend I'd known since college to come pick me up. Except that the friend I'd decided to call was, at that point, a cop. He had lots of fun with that one at my expense for a loooong time after.
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