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My friend Tina made fun of a pun I made the other day. Me, Tina and Erin made plans to smoke a blunt and have lovely Indian food at this most bizarre/amazing Indian restaurant you will ever encounter in your life (unless you have the dough to go to India, then I cannot say). I texted her a short sms expressing my excitement for the night and it went "I am HIGHly looking forward to this." I often BOLD certain words to show significantly the alternative meanings of such words. It is something stupid that I do, among many other things. I need not clarify the alternative meaning of HIGH in this context. Anyways, we got so HIGH that we exchanged minimal to no words among each other. I was literally the autistic kid sitting by my end of the table, obsessively chewing my food. Best/worst idea ever, really. We also sat at the best/worst spot in the restaurant as well, in front of sparkling, glowy chilli-pepper lights decorated windows accompanied by the beautiful view of 1st ave accompanied by the entrance/doorslams with a wind chill blowing in every 5 seconds at the speed of 40 miles per hour. We delivered the same motions, reactions, and sound effects every 5 seconds. I really gave in my best at screaming "ughhh" followed by a shivering motion every 5 seconds. I really did not know what else to do, non could I process what else I could do.