Oh my god Infinite Jest reassured me I wasn't crazy for hating the self-loathing I associate with weed. And in such a funny way. I swear re-reading a chapter or scene in that book is like a real-life dream sequence; I can't help but dissociating. I still didn't understand so much of it after I "finished" it, but that didn't stop me from pulling the same shit I do--jumping over chapters until it's interesting--with his other work, "The Pale King". You will not be disappointed by the candidness and "raw"-ness of the pale king, either. I almost wanted to applaud some parts of it--a familiar reflex for you, too, I'm sure.
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