Completely relate to this.
Thanks for sharing!
“Shit! I have to go.”
Everything was hazy and surreal in the smoke-filled room. It’s because four of us just burned a massive blunt. I was pretty high. There was nothing particularly weird about that. In college, I was often pretty high.
“Where do you have to go?” my friends asked.
“Bible study,” I said. “I forgot all about it.”
“Bible study!? You can’t go to bible study!” my roommate said. He didn’t say it because he, or anyone else in the room, had a problem with faith or bible studies. He said it because I looked and smelled and was acting exactly like someone who had just smoked a lot of marijuana, and he figured—perhaps correctly—that it wasn’t an appropriate time to study Scripture.
“Gotta do it, man,” I said. And then I ran off on my 10-minute trek to meet a guy whose name…
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