hey you guys ask me tomorrow morning about that time I got high and texted a lot of people
if I ask when that was it’s right now
if I ask when that was it’s right now
Last night I was a guest at a dinner series where they talk to artists and eat amazing, cannabis-infused meals. I am a total lightweight, and also I tend to become incomprehensible — though I think I’m making total sense — but the meal was after the interview, so no problem.
I started sending updates to the group chat where Nick, Ryan, Joe and myself sort out Effin’ Birds business — shipping stuff, customer service stuff, web stuff — because I had the good sense to not be tweeting. 
Just going to skip ahead to a text from much later in the evening to let you know how this plan went
without further ado, I present Aaron Gets High And Texts Random People, A Thread
At this point the messages become increasingly incomprehensible, with only a few that make grammatical or logical sense.
My wife says I repeatedly tried to count the two dollars in change that was in my pocket.
My wife put on a guided meditation before going to sleep and apparently I said a lot of mean things about the narrator
Sincerest apologies to my Ottawa real estate agent, my high school English teacher, and my former boss, all of whom received nonsensical text messages last night.
