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I guess my guilty pleasure is a spin on the old weed thing. Every couple of months (4-6) I will get a gram or two of some kibbles and will roll little tiny pinners. Around midnight, I will start smoking them one at a time while leaning back in a comfy chair watching the smoke make little patterns as it drifts up and away. Then I will brush my teeth, wash my hands and face, drop some naphcon, and play flamenco till I lose compas and end up lost in an ambient gypsy groove. This ritual is very pleasurable and gives me a break from the serious scientific persona I maintain (none of my colleagues would even believe I drink alcohol or smoke anything). Still, this guilty pleasure is about to be a thing of the past since it jeopardizes my legitimacy.
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