There was about only one good thing that ever came out of my many paranoid indica smoking. episodes and that was the special recipe for white rice I developed one night after smoking too much dealer-pot, because I’m a lightweight.
I already had a guilty conscience for reasons I won’t go into, and suddenly in the night a large truck drove into my driveway with big red lights on top.
‘Big truck, big red lights = Danger. Very bad. Run!’.
I was boiling some white rice at the time and I turned the stove off and ran out the door and down to the beach where I hung out for at least an hour until I carefully snuck back to the cabin. Turned out it was a friends truck and they were staying at the cabin next door and just using the end of my driveway to park in.
Anyway the point is - that the white rice, which had just finished getting to a boil and then been turned off and left in a warm spot, was perfectly cooked. That’s how I usually cook white rice now. I call the recipe ‘paranoid rice’.
I should mention that other than that one good thing, all the paranoia was pretty much a complete f$&king waste of time and I’m glad I figured out about sativas - even if they don’t really exist.