Everybody Must Get Stoned…
I guarantee if you have a healthy-sized group of friends that at least half of them smoke weed, and one out of the group has rotted teeth from all of the meth use. Hook up with these guys on any given night and tales of old times come into play, when the times were good and the hair on your nuts had just grown in. It used to be a blast getting together - smoking a joint, drinking a beer, and just making fun of each other.
Now, after high school, college, and getting a job that I once despised, the drugs have moved out of the way. In all honesty, the drugs really weren’t a big part of my life. It was more about watching others do them and occasionally partaking, just to fit in: playing video games, watching everyone else smoke bomb after bomb, and laughing at them because they were laughing at me.
It was always the thought of going to jail over something so silly that slowed me down. At the same time, it’s not the thought of living longer that grabs me now; it’s the desire to want to remember things. Drug addicts can deny it all they want, but all the ones I know can’t remember shit.
These days I see most weed smokers burning weed not to get kicks or to have a good time. It’s to look for the buzz that they once had, and will never get back. Weeders now are the new drunks during Prohibition, only it’s more expensive and bathtub Gin had more than just seeds in it. I always thought that once you reach a certain age, drugs would not come into play, especially pot. I was, and am, extremely wrong.
The heads I know burn because they can’t see life without it. Go to work, run home, grab a bowl and veg out, taking your mind away from the real world, if only for an hour or two. When the wife is bitching at you to take out the trash, would you rather be stoned or dead sober? The trash may reek of dirty diapers, but it’s tolerable when you’re high.
I haven’t known too many dope heads who have the patience to grow their own, so it’s always money out of their pockets. Take a Quarter a week at 40 bucks, multiply that by 52 weeks, and you have over two grand a year. The pothead who has dreams of becoming the next rock star has just smoked that shiny new Gibson Les Paul. One more year of burning has been smoked, and so has that Marshall full stack.
Speaking of musicians, have you ever played in a band and been the only one who doesn’t do drugs? It’s absolutely impossible to get anything done. There’s nothing like having to repeat the same chords to the same songs you played the night before. Or have the drummer take a huge bump of coke right before the best song you play and then ignore the fact that he’s playing a completely different song, and he’s still fucking it up.
Then there are the guys who have to let you know they’re high. Yeah, that makes my day – let the whole world know you’re high, like the kid at the keg party who gets drunk first and pukes on the bullies’ shoes. “ I am so stoned I can’t even type!!! Woo-hoo!!! Everyone look at me!!” Just remember this: No one cares that you smoke weed. No one cares that you just smoked your weekly lunch money. People may be agreeing with you, but they also may be laughing at you.
I think people today who don’t do drugs have become the social pariahs of the 21st century. They’re The Uncool, The Square, The Boring people who can get through life without using their lungs as a resin base. All the weed burners I know also, for a brief moment in their lives, have moved on to harder drugs. Say what you will but some of us who don’t burn, hey, we don’t mind and really don’t care that you are killing every last brain cell that you have. But, my guess is that if a true pot head is reading this, he didn’t get past the second paragraph anyway.
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