I could out smoke the smokeist smokers with the best of ya. In fact my old song went something like,
Roll roll roll a joint
Gently twist the ends
Light it up and take a toke
And pass it to your friends
And I was fuckin awesome at doing stuff.....I could do your stuff better than you could, in fact I was the best at doing stuff when I got really toasted.
Funny thing though.....I wouldnt be where I am, and I am somewhere worth while, until I woke up and gave up. And all that stuff that I was doing really awesome, I wasnt doing so well I found out, and some stuff I struggled with, ended up being the building blocks for a very successful career.
Then, when I watched my own son go through cannibis induced psychosis 15 years later and wrestle with him in his desperation as he pulled a loaded shot gun on his family (me).....it finally really sunk in. I had police around, I had to sell up my hunting firearms, he lost his gun licence and his much loved hobby, cannibis turned a healthy well adjusted kid into a depressed and not so useful member of society. He now wants to get back on track and cant due to convictions. He has lost neary 10 years of his life and possibly a good future. In his group of friends that came through the same school together, about 50% have ended up like him. Unemployed and desperate.
You may choose to call me ignorant, but I think I may actually know more than you do about it...... I have been full circle.

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