See this picture of a girl who I had hung out with and may have slept with, someone showed it to me. She was hanging out of a Cessna airplane, in some abandoned public building like a pool. I was horrified to discover that the picture, taken that summer while I was with her, showed that she seemed 15.
I didn’t complete my homework for my Psychology of Stress or Neuroscience classes, and I failed them. I felt like I was just a bad person.
I was different and special because I could dissociate and perceive things from outside my perspective. Part of that was my nitrous practice.