"Let's go in here," he said, pointing to the walk-in freezer. We entered the freezer and he loaded the bowl. He took a hit and handed me the bong. I sat down on a large box of frozen french fries and took a hit. As soon as we opened the freezer door I heard my name.

"Hey Tommy, we need some help up here!" It had gotten busy all of sudden and they needed help in the front. As I walked towards the register, the weed started kicking in. Now I was feeling a little paranoid. Crap. All these customers are going to know I'm high.

"Um. Hi, may I take your order?" I said to a hot middle-aged lady. Did she just wink at me? It seemed like she knew what was up. The next thing I knew, I was standing at the fryer where the fries were cooking.

That’s weird. I don't remember walking here. Ok, she needs fries. Stay cool. No one knows you’re high. I somehow managed to get the order together. I looked out at the crowd of hungry customers waiting in line. They must know I'm high. Or maybe they don't. Just stay cool Tommy. Keep it together.

This has been an excerpt from the book:
In Search Of The Perfect Buzz: An 80s Metal Memoir
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