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This was what being drunk felt like. Huh.
I was sitting in Zeke’s kitchen, in a chair, by the table, in the corner, in his kitchen—I already said that— and whoa. Wowee. I moved my head upside down, or as much as I could, and the kitchen looked amazing this way too. We should all look at the world this way.
Wait.
I twisted around, laying my head down with my feet up, and oh yeah. This was so much better.
We could walk on the ceilings. The shelves could be benches. It made so much sense now.
“What the f**k are you doing?”
“Huh?” I swung my head around and WHOA! Zeke was like a god. Standing. Defying gravity. Staring down at me.
This was amazing.
I was having a spiritual event.
“You’re going to get sick if you don’t sit upright.”
I started to tell him that would defeat the w
