They called you crazy for wanting to stick baked goods onto your face. They called you a maniac when you shaved off your eyebrows and stuck brownies in their place. They called the cops after you did the same thing to your cat, Stank the Tank.
But now no one calls you anything.
Now no one calls.
And at last you can wear your Eye Brownies in peace in the comfort of an entirely cushioned room.
Purchase Eye Brownies in the section of the weed store where the budtender has spilled their jar of marbles and is witnessing and wincing at every goddamn person in that store slip and tumble to the ground.