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  • I'd tried it once before, but don't think I'd really felt the effects. It had just muddled up my head, and was a little bit like the buzz I got from drinking, but wierder. We were driving out to the racetrack to watch the horse races, 5 of us in the car. Tony was driving. I was sitting directly behind him in the back seat of the car, along with 2 others beside me.

    Someone fired up a doobie and started passing it around. We all took hits while it made a couple of rounds, and then another one began to circulate. This time, I could definitely feel something was happening. I was just feeling kind of giddy. Just as I looked out the side window, and saw an old Rambler Nash car passing us on the left, the guy beside me lost the head of the doobie and cried out, "Oh, my God, it's an ash - it's an ash" as he hopped around on the seat, trying to find the burning ember.

    Tony, driving and oblivious to what was happening in the back seat, calmly looked to his left, saw the same car I had just seen, and said, "I'll be damned! It is a Nash!"

    I was the only one who got what had just happened. I completely lost it, and laughed all the way to the racetrack, trying through my tears to explain what had happened.
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