In my apartment last night at about 9:15 after an amazing day, an hour and a half after drinking a traditional Indian drink called “bhang,” I called my friend Andrew. This was apparently quite funny to me. The bhang was working. I heard his voice message and lost control while leaving him a voicemail.

I initially wasn’t going to try drinking bhang because I’d already had a great day, I don’t like being high, and had read that there was weed in the drink. However, a friend suggested I should go for it. The Indians I’ve met all said I should at least try it. “Okay. When in Rome,” I thought. It was the Holi festival, after all. An hour and a half into the experience, Google told Andrew that that there might have also be opium in my drink. This was news to me, but at that point, it seemed completely feasible.


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