In my first few weeks taking GBL, getting higher than I’d ever been on any drug before it, I would feel so unyoked that I’d drive around the city at dawn, before the hurly-burly of the day, like a scene out of Die Hard, swerving onto the sidewalk, nearly running pedestrians over, screaming WAHOOO! at the top of my lungs and squawking like a predatorial bird. Why? Mostly it was for the mere amusement of instilling unassailable shock in another person. But it was also because this behavior, so aberrant from my baseline and so felonious, felt freeing. I hadn’t felt this free since being ten years
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