First breathe the oxygen and then a tickle in my nostrils and then its like Im walking closer and closer to a happier place. Like Im going back in time. Im completely disoriented and yet so happy. My thought process is something to be admired at this point. Something I try everyday so hard to get to, and it's all right here. Surreal explains it best. Im in love. Oh, you've got a girlfriend? She loves you and is there for you? Yeah, that's cool, but i've got nitrous. And that means I just don't give a shit. How can a series of molecules rearranged into a different pattern change everything that matters to me in the world? And people believe in God? I just don't get it. still. I don't think I ever will. Oh and for the record, DEA and any narcotics "enforcement" sqaud can lick my nuts. You're jobs have no moral basis and that fact that you actually believe in what you do makes me sick to my stomach.