Amnesia Haze
2/12/2016
When I first met Ms. Amnesia Haze, I wasn't sure we were meant for each other. Sure, she was pretty enough, with red highlights in her hair, and she smelled like a basket of fresh lemons. But I've met a lot of pretty ladies from Sativaville, so I'm not one to go head over heels just by looks.
Turns out she's one of those gals that makes a better pal than a lover. One or two rips of my rig and she's got me in a crazy ass goofball mood. My mind leaps from happy thought to happy thought as Amnesia and I dance the euphoria waltz. She's great for days when you don't mind being doofy happy--which is not every day, but she's perfect when it is.
Aw, Amnesia, you're my bff!