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He loved getting high. There was nothing else quite like it.

Sometimes, as often and as long as he could, he would remain high for days, weeks on end.

Effortless, careless, happy.

Sometimes he was so high, or so very low, he almost ditched. Eventually he only came down when his body said so.

Who knew what philosophies, symphonies, poetic rhymes were created, his intellect flying free, unfettered from the overwhelming exigencies of existence?

One day he came down low and took a gander, in curiosity, you know, when an inquisitive Albatross said "Hi" to a trigger-happy Ancient Mariner.

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