I was hotboxing a little closet crawlspace thing with a friend. I kept trying to say something to him, but I couldn't get the entire sentence out.

Then I went to another place that I can't really describe. It was dark, and it felt like I was soaring through the air. Then the voices started. Millions, all at once, and I could understand them all. None of them were saying anything good.

Then I could feel what the millions of voices were feeling, and again, nothing good. Then I started being able to see, and I don't even know how to begin to describe it, other than grey.

God was there. He let me know that his entire plan was for us all to end up there. I believed in God back then, so it was pretty fucked up.

Then after what felt like days in that place, I realized that was my reality. I started to go a little crazy, and decided I'm not staying there. I started piecing together what it would be like if I never went there, and at the time, thinking I was just going to live out my eternity in a delusion to keep myself somewhat sane.

I put the closet together in my mind, and went there. I crawled out, and I was in a different apartment. Again, that wasn't right, so I 'fixed' it.

I made sure everything was right where it belongs, but did I ever make it out? I thought about it while staring out the window of my high rise apartment onto the city (I was actually on the second floor in a tiny ass town).

Then I chugged a 3-liter of root beer and passed out for a few days. Good times.