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TIFU by quitting weed

I had been in the depths of addiction to weed and alcohol for a while, and decided to quit a few weeks ago. Things have been going well so far.

One of the things I enjoyed while stoned was eating Indian food, made as spicy as possible. The combination of the weed and the consumption method (dry vaping) meant that I could eat dishes that would have left me in agony before.

Then, a few days ago, I decided to give one of my favorite dishes a try again, one of the few that could cut through the weed and give me a rush. Placed the order with the usual challenge (make it so spicy you're worried about my safety) and chowed down. I figured that I would at least have built up some sort of tolerance.

Folks, it turns out taste buds heal. Between the lack of weed and the time since I had last had the spicy food, I was pacing and shaking after just a few bites. My dumb ass persisted, with snot streaming down my face and tears pouring from my eyes (if you have a cold, this is a great way to fix a stuffed nose; I would market it as the Sinus Blaster Five Thousand ©).

All in all, I only managed a third of it, and I couldn't feel my face for 20 minutes after.

TL;DR: tried to relive me glory days, got my skull obliterated by peppers.

EDIT: too many dishes in one sentence there.

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