You know you've smoked too much weed when you're standing at the back door of the bus screaming "next stop!! 34th!!" over and over, thinking you're being ignored... only to realize you're at 31st st at a red light when the bus jerks forward and you almost fall when the light turns green.
You know you've had too much cheap beer and made a bad decision in smoking out of a pipe when you find yourself in bed hugging a bucket and saying "goodbyes" out loud before closing your eyes... seriously questioning whether you could die in your sleep.
Two true stories about me. The first one I can at least laugh at.