Are my legs on fire?
Yeah, that was hilarious. I remember a particulary vivid hallucination I had, years ago. I'd only been smoking a spliff, but it was probably the strongest one I've ever had. I was sitting on a wall at the top of a quiet, deserted road, with a mate, and I saw, what looked like little men, wearing black waistcoats, over white shirts, appearing, and disappearing, behind a bin bag filled with rubbish, which someone had left out, for the binmen to collect. I rubbed my eyes, but the little fellas stayed there. Then a couple of minutes later, I realised the hallucination had been caused by a combination of the bin bag, being blown gently, by the wind, and a black and white cat, which suddenly jumed out, from behind the bag, and ran off, oh, and me being so high, of course.
