That shit is trippy as fuck to me, and not in a good way. More of a Twilight Zone sorta way.

I took Bupropion exactly once, and that day happened to coincide with the day of a first date. There was not a second date. I’d say something to her, but it wasn’t me, it was the “me” who was standing about three feet in front of me. I swear to Cotton Eyed Joe I could see the back of my own fucking head.