Marijuana. Pot. Grass. Mary Jane. Weed. Cannabis. Bud. Reefer. We all know about it, most of us have smoked it at some point, but does anyone know what the heck it actually is??? It’s a plant, right? Just a living, green thing that grows in the ground, correct? I once heard pot is from aliens, as in it has alien DNA and was like, brought here by ETs. To me, this is not out of the realm of the possible. The smokable kind of weed is actually the female plant and what you’re smoking are the “flowers”. What gets you high is the molecule THC which is in the trichomes of the plant, or the little, clear, mushroom-like crystal growths on the Marijuana flower. But, like, what is all this? What is it even like to get high? Why do it at all? We all know weed is illegal in many countries and states, and yet many, many people break these laws, just for the high of pot. Why??? Many of you know that I was once in the biz. (Trap or die, as they say.) So I know quite a bit about it all, and I have some theories. Let me start with my early personal experiences.
Now, I had never smoked and knew nothing about any of it. I believe we smoked out of a “steamroller” and I took a giant, giant hit. I really don’t know why. I just did. I coughed up a lung for like 25 minutes and everyone laughed and was like yeah, that happens. I remember my first experience of being “high” was driving away from the guy’s house and I felt like I kept going in and out of reality, or at least that’s what I said. I was probably annoying everyone who had already been high before with my insistence on describing the experience to them. But I mean, I was high! For the first time! What was probably going on with me was that I was toggling between my inner world and the outer landscape of reality. But who knows? Anyhow, we ended up at this fool’s house and he put on a movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (this was after we’d gone out to a terrible movie about an anaconda? In the jungle? Idk all I remember of this was that I had not sat with Ducat, who sat with Kim, and he kept asking her where I was). The movie was insane, but I didn’t see much of it because I was making out with this Ducat character up on his bed. My sister and Kim were hunkered down at the foot of the bed on the floor. I don’t remember anything about this except that I was self-conscious (in the way near-perfect young girls are worried about tiny imperfections that guys don’t notice anyhow) about my stomach being, like idk, prickly? I think I had shaved it for the first time (happy trail just came in) and it had grown back a bit and I was like, freaking out he'd find my slight stubble “horrendous”.
I guess this Ducat guy had made it into our hotel room at some point (the ball was at a hotel where we were all staying) because afterwards he made it known to me that he’d left his vest and he wanted me to get it for him? Like I was his mother/maid/girlfriend? This was days after the event. I called the hotel and I don’t think we ever found it? Or maybe we did, because I know he and I met up and got pizza at some point after and I feel like it wasn’t solely social, this “date”. Anywho, I showed up looking like a “punk” (2003/4) with my yellow Trix shirt, hair in two messy buns, and copious amounts of black eyeliner. He, apparently, was not amused. I remember I had texted him about how we were reading Shakespeare and they were using Ducats as currency. He did not respond. I sent the text again. He still did not respond. But at our meeting he brought it up, stupid casual-like, something akin to “Been reading Shakespeare?”. And that’s all she wrote. I do remember I was high for like days after, and my sister said, years later, that that weed was still the best weed she’d ever smoked. I, of course, had no idea at the time. I believe it was blueberry kush.
Since then, I have been pretty into weed. I remember another early experience where I was at a social gathering, basically demanding someone get me high (this was before I knew about the “chill’ atmosphere surrounding weed culture). Some idiot took me into a shed and smoked me out, then made out with me. Later I found out he had a girlfriend and was, like, there with her. I remember ousting him and telling everyone that he had made out with me. My friend Kim was like, no, it wasn’t him! It was his brother, the guy in the red pants, and I know because when you came out you were like “I like red!” None of that had happened. The creep had cheated on his girlfriend with me while she was around and my “friend” Kim was just trying to smooth it all over. I also remember once my sister and I were on our way to a Sister Hazel concert and we wanted to get high and we somehow ended up following this car with a bunch of bumper stickers back to some lair and waiting for someone to give us weed, which they never did. We eventually left and missed much of the concert. I remember the worst time I got high was when I was having a panic attack and freaking out about how my/our bodies are like mirror images, or our features are all dyads, or basically the fact that one side has an eye which is identical and opposite the other eye on the other side. Like, who cares? Wtf, right?
Now, I must say, that the people in the weed business are
basically trash. Like, anyone can sell drugs, right? And everyone knows that; they
also know it's dangerous. Duh, right? Well, idk I just didn’t care/didn’t really
know how gnarly it all can get when your main source of income is a drug. Our
two main guys were also projections of jerks I had known. One was a projection of an
ex of mine who was a Muay Thai fighter bad boy, who lied to the whole school about our having sex (which didn’t
happen as I was 14) and the other was a projection of this friend of my
dad’s/art teacher of mine who exposed himself to me once. But in that time and
place the second guy was an ex-army creep who leered at me, charged his friends
an entry fee for a party where he did blow the entire time, and whose wife made
all the money and his drug-generated income was just play money for them. The
first guy in that place and time was Hispanic, married with a kid, and ran some
car business; he was pretty decent and did not leer at me. The other guy we
dealt with in St. Louis later was a raging alcoholic who ended up beating his
philandering girlfriend/business partner, inherited his mother’s money when she
died (including all this silver?), and dropped out of the game. We also did
business with some trashy fucks on the west coast: this tall, hippie prick who
stole one of my books about sexual alchemy and tried to hit on me, and my
friend, at the same time, IN FRONT OF my fiancé. The coolest thing about
this guy, though, was that on his way to us in St. Louis he had stopped by the
crystal fields in Arkansas and found all these amazing natural crystals, which
he gave us. The other guy was his bestie, some half black fool who stole $5,000
from us after we let him live with us, I taught him the basics of magic, and
like, bought him birthday gifts and shit. All in all, the business is fraught
with shitheads. Eventually, I stopped being able to get high (an act of God,
for which I thank them) and realized how empty, isolated, and dangerous my life
was and got out. I also figured there were more important things to do in life than get people high. I left my fiancé, who basically was the drug, and came
home to Atlanta.
So that’s most of my experience with the drug. Now let’s talk about the common experience of the drug. What even is being high? I think it’s technically a kind of "hallucination" from the "poison" that inflames your brain, kinda like mushrooms are “poisoning” you when you trip. From what I can tell, being high just alters your perception and like, how you pay attention to things. Sometimes you are literally “higher”, as in on a (slightly) higher plane, and can therefore “see” more (which is why, I think, it helps with cataracts). Like, if I watch media while high, I'll "see" more stuff/connections/conspiracy shit. Some people (me included) feel like/think weed is ”love”, or rather, a love-replacement. Actually, this is true for most drugs: when you do them it feels like/replaces love or at least the high you get from love. But it’s NOT love, at all, which you eventually find out.
Obviously, Marijuana makes some people sleepy, paranoid, and hungry. For some people, they get horny or peaceful. For others, it lessens anxiety and pain, yet for still others it amplifies these. Some people take it to cope with their emotions/lives, while some people smoke weed because they’re bored or want to relax. Some people think it’s spiritual and that they’re more creative and “learn” things when they’re high. There’s also sometimes weird time dilation shit that can happen when you smoke. Some people think weed makes you stupid and slow; some people get their pets high; some people smoke with their parents. Heavy smokers know that smoking pot every day tends to make every day kinda the same. Some pot smokers also know that things become sort of “blunted”, dull, and static and your world often narrows in many ways as you smoke more and more.
What people don’t know about Marijuana, and really all drugs (illegal or legal, including alcohol or Xanax or any prescription drug) is that when you get “fucked up”, or even if you don't but still use the drug, your aura opens up to influence from ALL entities: good or bad, higher or lower, angel or demon. That’s why its possible to have a spiritual experience AND a panic attack when you get high. I also remember many times when I was high that the world just seemed to split into good and evil in a much more obvious way. I read a postcard on Postsecret once that said that weed saved this person’s life and then stole it from them. That’s really the thing about all drugs: at first, it’s great, feels like “love”, seems like “the answer”, but it doesn’t stay that way. Its not even that you need more and more to get that same high, it’s that the drug, and the high, really just changes for you over time. I remember, when I was high all the time, feeling like there was a wall between me and my joy. It was weird and kinda indescribable; but it was like I sometimes was watching myself be happy but not feeling happy. Or like I knew I was happy, but I couldn’t sense the joy. Since I have quit smoking for the most part, I can happily say that I now feel my joy again.
One lady told me pot steals your passion, which I totally see now. Even if it starts out giving you energy and motivating you, which it totally can, it is unlikely to stay that way. I once saw this meme about these guys who were heavy smokers who weren’t high at the time, and were just walking down the street in their hometown. They were like cowering and bemoaning how terrible the town was, how horrible walking was, and how badly it all sucked because they weren’t high. I feel this. That’s kinda how it is when you’re a true pothead. Anytime you’re not high, life just sucks. So while pot may not be chemically addictive, its certainly is emotionally/experientially/psychologically addictive.
I remember one time my fiancé’s cat asked to get high. He literally meowed at the bong, and then meowed at the lighter, so we fucking smoked him out (which involved just blowing smoke in the animal's face). I also remember one time seeing this child, this toddler, who couldn’t speak, pick up my other boyfriend’s friend’s bowl and lighter and like smack them together in front of his face. It was terrifying. While there are of course other worse drugs, I do believe weed is not great for developing brains. Technically I think our brains develop until we’re like 27 or something, so idk man, I guess we’re all fucked. There’s also the whole “gateway drug” thing, which is total bullshit while also being totally a thing. Not everyone who smokes weed goes on to have other addictions, in fact most don’t. But it is kinda undeniable that most people start their drug journey with weed.
Then there are the people that do it. My fiancé and I were “friends” with this glassblower/pipe maker fuck in Centralia who ended up raping his girlfriend, made me feel uncomfortable even before I knew this, and was just generally kinda Satanic. I have had many, many dealers rip me off. Even your ostensible “partners” will rip you off: I remember when we found out the licentious hippie fuck was making a grand on each pound he sold us. One time my fiancé got held up at gunpoint in St. Louis, and it’s not like we could go to the police: when you operate outside the law, it doesn’t protect you. I once had a roommate who paid me partially in weed, was a super slut who fucked her dealer (I mean, me too, but she also had a semi-parade of other men coming through), and eventually fucked me over by telling my mom about our deal. My friend Kim, who was with me the first few times I smoked, turned out to be a pretty fake wannabe, even outside the context of getting high. One time, and this still grates on me, I had this fakeish artist “friend” who wanted to be Miss High Times as like art? Idk. Anyway, she won somehow, and had to submit a photo for the magazine. It was close to the deadline and she was freaking out and we got high and had a photo shoot. It ended up being pretty sick: we found my sister’s kimono that literally looked like weed from when she dated this Asian guy. She put it on and sat at the piano in my mother’s fancy house in Ansley Park and I gave her my bowl and weed and she smoked and I took the photo. I guess the art part was that she was trying to make weed classy, and, thanks to me, it was. Years later, we got into a spat and she said some shit like I didn’t do anything for that photo shoot, I just pointed the camera and took the photo. I guess it wasn’t my house, weed, bowl, camera, piano, or magic weed kimono. Whatever. One time she told me that, "as part of the art", she gave the actors to some art performance shit of hers the wrong address. Like, who does that? And these people who were in her stupid "play" had done it for free because she went to Cooper Union. Like, fuck you. How was this art at all? How did people even know about this part of her "art"? Did she like tell her snotty "art friends" that these poor actors were at another location altogether and then idk, like giggle bitchily about it? Bitch. She also refused to put a film of mine she was originally pretty hyped about in one of her shows; I found out later it was because she'd let her twat New York "friends" convince her not to. Whatever, the point is, the pot industry is full of assholes and shitheads and slutty bitches who manipulate people.
Let’s talk about pot in the media. My first thought is in Community, Britta is obviously a stoner. But like, why? It kinda becomes apparent in the episode Remedial Chaos Theory that she smokes in response to the oppressive patriarchy when Jeff stifles her self-expression as she tried to sing Roxanne. The thinly disguised “longleaf” the hobbits smoke in Lord of the Rings is also a reference to weed and, I believe, they mention it “addling brains” or something. I also think about Nancy Botwin in Weeds. There’s so much there. I guess first we could talk about MILF weed. Obviously, this is a reference to Nancy herself, who is both hot and a mother. But more than that, it’s really talking about the plant. Weed is a bit like a mother (you want to fuck), sometimes good and nurturing and comforting, sometimes bad, annoying and just too much (but you still want her). MILF weed also just kinda gets into the earth aspect of weed; as in mother earth and all that. And there is a weird thing about mothers and sons and weed. Ducat was escorting his mother when we met and he smoked me out for the first time; Nancy and Silas are in business in Weeds and shit gets sooooo weird for them; in Disjointed there is a mother-son weed business partnership; and in my life we once did business with a mother-son duo and it was so whack. The son would like dip out to these mineral baths and become unavailable, we would hit him up when we needed to reup, but he wouldn’t answer, and we would go elsewhere. When he got back and we didn’t need his business anymore, he would bitch to his mom, who would like, threaten us, saying that in a cartel we would be killed if we did that. Plus, she dressed really provocatively and was like 70 (although weed does tend to keep you [looking] young). So: enabling, coddling, fighting her son’s fights; its just undeniable- there’s weird mother-son shit with weed
This brings me to my own personal theory about Mary Jane and
what it really is. For me, symbolically, cannabis is “whore sex”, which is
obviously a thing between mothers and sons. Some mothers are “whores” (like
Nancy Botwin), some sons are “whores”, some mothers and sons have weird oedipal
shit, but no mother wants their son visiting a whore and no son wants his mom
to be one. But this parallel to "whore sex" is why Marijuana is such a “thing”, why its so
stigmatized, and why it’s so ubiquitous. Think about it: when you smoke weed,
you’re literally inhaling the sort of “flower jizz” of the female plant. It
makes you feel (fake) “love”, it’s (mostly) illegal and a bit “shameful”, and
yet everyone does it. Now I’m not saying everyone visits prostitutes, but
probably more people than (they or) you’d care to admit. Most characters in the
media who use grass are a bit whorish: Trip Fontaine (Virgin Suicides),
Britta Perry (Community), Illana and Abby (Broad City), Krystal Weedon (The
Casual Vacancy), the entire cast of That 70’s Show, the sex worker on the West Wing,
the sundry pothead hos in It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, even the name Mary
Jane or Marijuana (the Mary Plant) is a reference to the Magdalene, who we all
know has been cast as a ho; and while she doesn’t use it per se, Nancy Botwin
(Weeds) is certainly at least ho-adjacent. Even when wife Nicole Kidman smokes
reefer with her doctor husband Tom Cruise in Eyes Wide Shut, she is playing
the “whore”, not only because she’s literally in her underwear on the international
silver screen, but because she’s telling him about how she desired, lusted after, and even fantasized about another man. The point I am making is that smoking weed is a
bit like visiting a prostitute, spiritually, psychologically, even physically:
it makes you “feel good” even if it isn’t real love, and, honestly, I
don’t see anything “wrong” with that.
Truly, I believe both weed and prostitution should be legalized. Nothing makes stronger ropes, more sturdy clothes, or more imminently available and replaceable pulp for paper than hemp. Plus, it’s basically a medicine; and we all know it can’t kill you like alcohol, cigarettes, or other drugs can. Nor is it processed like alcohol or other drugs: it’s all natural and holistic. All you need to partake of it is fire and something to smoke it with. And there is nothing, nothing, nothing wrong with feeling good, sex (even for money), or (self or otherwise) gratification. I’m not saying smoking weed or visiting a prostitute is sustainable, or laudable, or even a super good idea; but I am saying, that every once in a while, when the time is right, or you just need a little relief, it won’t KILL you to light a j or pay to get laid, and that these things should be allowed. Yeah, they’re not good, but neither are cigarettes and alcohol, both of which are basically protected by the government, if not outright supported, through subsidies and the like. And society or civilization certainly won't crumble if these things are legalized: they're happening already. I would and will actually argue that it would benefit us all in the end.
Let’s say you’re handicapped, or ugly, or old, or have a terrible personality, or just got dumped, or you’re just sad, or for whatever reason you just can’t get laid; does that mean you should not be able to? That you should forego the pleasures of sex simply because no one wants you/you’re unable to perform in whatever way? What if you can get laid, but you don’t want the messiness of a relationship? Or what if you just want some ass and don’t want to fanny about with the whole courtship thing? I believe paying for it is perfectly fine. Not only because if prostitution is legalized, sex, which is healthy on multiple levels, becomes imminently available for EVERYONE, but because it can be regulated (and taxed-for you government peeps) and the main objective of my life would be realized: there would no longer be a sex slave trade. Or, at least, the sex workers would be willing, paid, and, hopefully, safer. If prostitution were legalized, this whole human trafficking problem would (hopefully) vanish, disappear, and fade from the future.
The same could be said for the cannabis industry: there would no longer be the crime around it, the criminals clogging up our jails and court rooms would disappear, and the stories of regular folks dying because their pot was laced with fentanyl or whatever would just go away. If you bought weed, it would be clean, safe, and you wouldn’t be supporting cartels and whatever else those fuckers get up to. And if you sold weed, when it is legalized, you could buy stuff with more than just cash. Yeah, that’s something they don’t tell you when you go into the pot business: your life is cash now. Paying cash for bills, rent, cell phones, cars, everything; which not only looks suspicious, but it is ILLEGAL to have or spend more than $9,999 in cash (which seems like a clear affront to our liberty to me). So, yeah, if you deal drugs in a state where it’s illegal, you’re not buying a house or a nice car or sending your kids to college, unless you launder your earnings, which is a whole thing, and you lose like half of it.
And there’s a built-in physical consequence if you abuse cannabis: ass cancer. I have noticed that there is a suggestion in my life/experience that excess pot smoking leads to colon cancer. Exhibit A: Tommy Chong got it. Exhibit B: in Parks and Rec they refer to the pothead ex-head of the Parks Department as a “pain in the ass”. Exhibit C: my friend’s uncle, who smokes all day every day, got colon cancer. I mean, I know this is not “strong” evidence, but it all “came to me”, didn't it? And think about it: the butt is where we store our shame. Poop is “solid shame” that we periodically release; just like pee is “liquid fear” that we occasionally expel. It’s basic body-metaphysics which you can really see through the experiences of shitting your pants when you’re embarrassed (ashamed) and pissing your pants when you’re scared (fearful). I mean, when you’re trying to get your kid to behave, you “active their shame” by spanking their bottom, right? Anywho, the idea is that because smoking weed (like visiting a prostitute) is kinda shameful, if you do it enough, you inflame your colon (shame collector) and get colon cancer. Now, obviously, this is not the only way to get colon cancer, but I do believe it is one way, and it is, I think, a natural consequence of abusing cannabis.
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In summation: weed is a bit like whore sex in that it feels
good, but it’s not true love; which, occasionally, is fine: not ideal,
not fulfilling, not conducive to a good, harmonious,
fully realized life, but certainly not CRIMINAL. I was listening to
a podcast one time that suggested you and your partner get high if you wanted
to have more sex because, statistically, people who have got high had more
sex. Fire and smoke are sexy, after all. I also remember Mary Kate or Ashely
saying in Weeds that Jesus was anointed with hemp oil by John the Baptist. Idk
if that’s true, but even in my “Bible” Conversations with God by Neale
Donald Walsh, God him/her/themself says it should be legalized and that it is
good for many things and, truly, not nearly as bad as alcohol. Yes, there is
the risk that if it is legalized more people will drop out of life than if it
were not, but, you know, that’s their choice, that’s America, that’s free will
being exercised. I did it. And I stopped doing it; and who’s to say that they
won’t too? And who’s to tell them that they can’t try? |
I remember right before I left him, my fiancé got a tattoo of the runes spelling out Cannabis Sativa on his arm. Our friend did it and it looked like ass, but he was elated, while I was like whyyy? But, you know, it was his decision, and he liked it, and he was the one who had it for the rest of his life. Just like anyone who smokes weed is making a choice for themselves, and no one else. And yeah, people will abuse it just like they abuse alcohol, but they’ll figure it out or pay the price, just like alcohol. I view weed a bit like I view a rose: it’s beauty beyond beauty sometimes, but it also has thorns, and, in nature, they come together. Think about the end of Weeds: Nancy is without a partner, all of them having died (it’s even implied/known that this is because of her), her daughter in law hates her for how Nancy treated her son and won’t let her near her granddaughter, Nancy's other son wants to leave her and go to boarding school, her other son is an alcoholic, dirty cop who's shooting up Bar Mitzvah cakes, she’s burned a house, a town, and a million bridges, and all she has left is her business, which she ends up selling to fucking Starbucks. But at the end's end, she still has all her dudes (the little asshole, Shane; the big asshole, Doug; the little dick, Silas; and the big dick, Andy), none of which are her lover, but who love her nonetheless and sit around her like friendly sentinels, partaking of her product.
I also want to mention this idea I have of your inner child being horrified that you’re doing drugs. It really came to me after watching the Broad City episode where both Abby and Illana end up getting screamed at by, as well as screaming at/with two different children, after smoking pot the entire episode. Each instance was fueled by/symbolic of this inner child conflict. The first instance Abby and Illana are high and go get candy; Illana bites into a jaw breaker and breaks her tooth (an interesting symbol as teeth “are” the people in our lives we take care of, who in turn help feed us/process our food [aka sex, manna, any form of sustenance]). Illana looks in a mirror, says she looks like a monster, then a little girl sees her and screams because she does, in fact, look monstrous, and then she screams back. Later, in the dentist’s office, Abby smokes in the bathroom, setting off the fire alarm and sprinklers, gets all wet, comes tearing out of the bathroom and some kid sees her all wet, crazy, and high and screams. She screams back/at the same time. Now, I cannot believe that the instance of each character screaming in the face of a child who is screaming back, completely independent of one another and yet in the same episode, is unintentional, and therefore without meaning. To me, this is just each girl being confronted with their inner child, who is screaming, not only at their drug use, but at the silly/stupid shit they do while high. Also, Illana fucking up her teeth (relationships) and Abby getting wet (emotional) are sort of the archetypal problems each girl has in the show. To imply that both these issues are somehow caused by weed is interesting, especially if you take weed as a symbol for prostitution. This notion of inner-child-horrified-by-drug-use was reinforced once in my life when I was getting high at a park and some kid was crying near me. In the same vein, no one wants their mom to know they’re high and no mom wants their kid to get high; in the same way no one wants their mom to know they’re visiting a prostitute nor does any mother want that for their child. Just like no kid wants a ho for a mom and a mom/drug dealer is complicated for the child.
I’d also like to point out that one of the reasons I knew I should leave my life selling weed was I became at the time, and for the first time in my life, constipated. Now, I really can’t think of much worse in my life that has happened to me, at least physically, and if I ever feel myself to be getting constipated in my current life, I freak out. I understood, even at the time, that this was a sign that my shame wasn’t processing or I couldn’t get rid of it or just that there was some malfunction in my shame principal. Also I have dreams that when I smoke weed, it brings clouds to cover the sun, and then it DOES. I’d also like to point out that once I came back to Atlanta and had quit smoking for the most part, there was a time when I came in my place and it straight up smelled like weed. Now, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before in my blog, but I am continually plagued by the forces that I plague (with magic, this blog, and my life in general). The shadow government, Freemasons, Illuminati, whoever, frequently come in my home when I’m not there and fuck with my shit: they mess with my magic, stealing parts of it or leaving unwelcome things; they terrorize my cat, move my shit, whatever. So I assumed that this time, they had come in my place and smoked some weed, just to like, tempt me with the smell of it? Remind me of it? Idk. But later, when I was desperately sad or something, I pulled out my bowl and found it mostly full of weed that had been hit, like, once. Now, every stoner keeps track of their stash, and I know, I KNOW, that I did not leave weed in my bowl. Which lead me to wonder: do the bad guys WANT me to smoke weed? So, I began to pay attention to the relationship between Freemasons/the shadow government/whoever and weed. And you know what? There IS a connection, which makes sense because if pot is a symbol of whore sex, and we all know "they" control that, then they definitely would be in the weed business. So basically, the bad guys want me to smoke weed. And this makes sense, because weed opens you up to demon possession, technically, and we all know they’re super in with those guys.
Now, I finally stopped smoking weed for the most part a) because I couldn’t afford it anymore because after you leave your drug dealer partner, you gotta pay for it, but also b) because I listened to the episode about “plant medicine” and its affects on your spirit from the podcast Let’s Get Meta. It’s done by this super pure spirit Renata Maniachi, who says that not only do all forms of “plant medicine” open your aura, things like weed and shrooms cause you to go from 3rd grade to 10th grade, spiritually. Now, once in a while it’s ok to visit 10th grade if you’re a 3rd grader (it’s fun, the people are nice, calculus is cool) but you aren’t meant to be there. It’s not “for” you. There’s a reason why you’re in 3rd grade and there’s a reason there are all the grades between you and 10th grade. You have much more to learn, intellectually, emotionally, and socially, and you have lots of physical growing to do, right? Those kids are BIG. So while there’s not too much “wrong” with visiting a higher grade, it’s not appropriate to do it all the time, let alone think you’re in that grade when you’re not.
And so, I quit smoking. For real. It just isn’t worth the risk to my aura and honestly, I’m happier, saner, and more productive since I quit. I even stress less about the sex slaves now. But at the end of the day, even the fake love/grade skipping of Marijuana (or prostitutes) should be legal, at the very least, if not entirely acceptable. At least as much as alcohol or cigarettes, which are both arguably worse than weed. Like Jonny Depp says in Blow: it’s a PLANT. And like Germany, the UK, New Zealand, Bangladesh, Canada, France, Austria, Denmark, the Netherlands, Australia, Japan, Spain, Indonesia, Belgium, Brazil, Columbia, Greece, Switzerland, Sweden, Finland, Mexico, Ecuador, China, and even some parts of the United States of America say: prostitution is also okay!! Basically, if everyone is consenting and cool about it, and you don’t damage anything or anyone, then why not? Let them eat cake! They may get fat, but they may not, and if they do, they can stop eating cake and exercise, but they’ll enjoy the cake while they’re eating it and you can’t stop them eating it anyhow, so why not legalize it, tax it, and regulate the cake? It may not be the best food, and it may infect your soul a bit, but it won’t kill you if you’re not dumb about it. And if things like alcohol and cigarettes are legal, which provide no benefit, something as useful as cannabis should definitely, UNQUESTIONABLY, and certainly be legal. However, I, myself, have been down that smokey road, and found it bumpy and, ultimately, dry and forlorn, and have chosen another, more lush, productive, and fulfilling road for *most* of my future endeavors.
PS- I hear even the legal cannabis industry sucks: there’s some vertical integration bullshit that’s keeping everyone but the old, white, men at the top from reaping the benefits of what historically has been a trade of the shadowier skinned peoples. ☹
PSS- I was thinking a bit about my “children” (my cousin’s kids)
when I wrote this, and hope that they read it before they take that first puff.
Hey Kensie, Tenley, and Jake of the future! Don’t do drugs and just say no! Or
don’t, whatever. I just wanted ya’ll to KNOW and LEARN from my experience. Love
ya’ll! XOXO
