The Black Shuck
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Tracy, I got the weed demons too — it’s not a myth. I would over-analyse body language and nuance in people’s speech and suddenly feel very exposed, and that people were slyly putting me down in conversations. I would walk home and worry that I was ‘obviously high’ to all around me, either because I perceived I was walking too fast, or too slow, or looking oddly beatific. I would listen to favourite tracks, and on the one hand would marvel at layers of rhythm I’d never noticed before, and on the other would be filled with a growing sense of unease, even claustrophobia, as the music built in intensity.

Only once or twice did I have a ‘happy high’ where everything was amusing and friends were hilarious and fun to spend time with — that was with grass, rather than resin. Maybe that is the key?

    The Black Shuck

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    Itinerant spectral dog. Also geek-lite entrepreneur & penniless bon vivant. All wrapped up in a soft, stretchy cover; like a condom stuffed full of offal.