Weed. What Is It Good For?

thoughts on marijuana

It’s 420. So Puff Puff. Pass?

or

Get High Or Get Off The Bowl.

Weed is not my favorite drug. In fact, out of all the drugs I’ve tried (which shall remain nameless as someone who does not feel like incriminating self), I’d say it’s maybe in 8th or ninth place. I’m def into substances that make me feel more alert and weed makes me feel like an idiot most of the time. Sure, maybe I am an idiot, but I don’t want to FEEL that way if I can help it.

I think all drugs should be legalized. I also think prostitution should be legalized. Not only that, but I think our education system should be upgraded to do something called ‘teach people how to critically think.’ If we did those things then perhaps we’d all be in better places in our lives.

I know it’s crazy to imagine a world without sheep. What kind of idiot would choose to take on all the shit work that no one else wants to do if EVERYONE was educated? (IDK maybe the junkies?)

Has anyone ever thought that if we gave people a chance that perhaps these people who weren’t ever given a chance might have the intelligence to invent something that could help all of us live better lives without needing dumb people to do dumb jobs?

Of course, then the government would be overthrown over and over again and people in power don’t like their power taken away.  So yes, let’s keep a large majority barely educated and oppressed so the rich can keep staying rich and the powerful can maintain their power.

Wow. That was some digression.

Anyway. Legalize drugs. Then they won’t be as fun to do. At least legalize mushrooms and ecstasy since they can actually help people live better lives after they’ve tripped their clits off. Not speaking from experience since I am not necessarily living a “better” life. Though quitting my open-space-standing-desk-job to write a book may sound glamorous to many of you who still work at stupid desk jobs, but I’m telling you right now it’s not a SMART move.

Brave-stupid, maybe.

But at least I don’t want to kill myself anymore.

LEGALIZE DRUGS!!!

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Almost Died. Bet You’re Happy About That.

still alive

Fucking Weird Shit Does Happen in Florida

or

If Someone Is Too Nice… Never Trust Them

 

Today I almost died, twice. Once because we interacted with a clean-cut serial killer who rents his car out to unsuspecting victims. Then, in an almost-actual car wreck where we were mere inches away from smashing and decapitating ourselves (the truck right in front of us had a bunch of wood sticking out his backend).

The weirdest part was that I wasn’t scared of death at all. I just had a feeling that this wasn’t it. And if it was it, whatever.

I mean, I’ve led an interesting life. I went to Burning Man once. I’ve had a threesome (more than once). I even read fucking Infinite fucking Jest.

Sure, there are plenty of things I still want to do before I die. Like have sex with a bro in an alley and then punch him in the face right when I’m cumming (consensually of course). Oh, and I want to have a threesome with two hot adult people dressed up like Mario and Luigi. And also a threesome with two hot adult people dressed up like Woody and Buzz (almost happened once but Woody chickened out). AND sex with a guy with a BIG dick dressed up like the Easter Bunny. Maybe do something weird with Santa Claus too? So many wonders are left to unfold.

I also want to finish writing this stupid fucking book that you all “claim,” you want to “read.”

And read it you shall because I ain’t fucking dead yet!

Once I almost died because my Super Type A Friend and my Super Type B Burner friend and I were all out at lunch at this Indian restaurant. They were chatting about their drug use. I was eating food because that’s what one is supposed to do at an Indian buffet. In any event, I had just taken a bite when my super Type A friend said, “I’ve never really done any drugs. Except that one time I smoked crack.”

Of course, I choked. She had to give me the Heimlich while my Super Type B Burner friend decided to go back to her plate and shove the rest of her food in her mouth like we were some kind of live-entertainment dinner theater.

Anyhoo. I go into WAY more depth about this particular incident and the time I blew everyone’s naked… minds… in my book that perhaps one day I will let at least one of you fuckers read.

In the meantime.

Namaste and shit.

Happy to still be here. I guess.

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