I have lost nary a shard of ice as I had paid my dues with weed for years upon years and honed my craft of drug use. Hell, I can't remember losing a whole gram perhaps an errant nug had escaped from the zone of omnipresence which is manifest of sheer unequivocal potency of perception married or course to meticulously sedulous speculations and appraisal thereof with regards to all things drug and drug-adjacent which are of relevance to my existence. I'm like sauron and the weed, percs, Addy, ice, and so on as to the rings and subsequently the ring wraiths who are ever bound to the eye of mordor and his clandestine machinations.

But today, holy shit, I almost lost my shit. I almost my entire fucking shit. After over an hour which felt like eternity as my buzz faded as yet my agitation was at crescendo finally, finally- those tribulations did espy this: (pic related) [and yea it's the good shit too I almost lost this fuckload of the GOOD shit dude]

Never EVER lose your shit. The only worse comedown could be within the inhumane confines of prison incarceration and, honestly, there would be a level of comfort and acceptance of things being now outside of your control.