This is the email I sent to my parents (siblings, uncle and aunties were CCed) a few years ago telling them of my decision to drop out of Unilag.
Good day everyone,
A couple of months ago, I was with a group of friends, chilling, gisting and laughing. Of course, we were all very baked.
We talked through quite a diverse array of topics, as one is wont to do when wammed.
Sometimes I think about those interviews where Elon Musk is asked about whether or not he thinks we’re in a simulation à la The Matrix. The question is somewhat nuts (like a lot of super broad, unanswered science questions) because it’s not necessarily straightforward to…
My initial plan was to write these articles in chronological order because I actually remember which edible episode came before which. But as we all know — man proposes, an intoxicant disposes. This article is a result of my session two days ago. Hope you can at least tolerate it.
This was my earliest attempt of writing stuff while baked. This one was a lot of fun because I didn’t finish it in one session. I’d write a bit, come down from the high, think it’s crap, get wammed another day and continue. I actually already initially published this as a Medium Series post…
