Effects Of Marijuana On The Brain

Mark opened the door to the spare room and looked in at the mountains of stuff that had accumulated over the last few years. There was so much that it would take days to catalogue it all.  He stepped in the room and sighed. He had already searched every other room in the house, with no luck, which meant the…

The what?

Shit.

I’ve forgotten what the guy’s supposed to be searching for. I had it a minute ago. He was going to go looking for something specific, but then he finds something else, and then… dammit, I’ve completely forgotten what I wanted to write about. All I can remember is that it starts with a guy looking for something.

I need to take a break. I’ll get something to eat and come back to this later.

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