The answer is hell yeah I do. Cause I am someone who smokes marijuana, and I’m not the least bit sorry for doing so. In fact I think you should smoke it too, preferably with you mom and your children. Because getting high on life sucks, and you know it.
I kind of have to give a little summary of my drug related life up to this point. You see, for a long time I was as straight as an arrow. I proudly clutched my bible to my chest every Sunday as I gritted my teeth through the increasingly irritating services. I tried my damnedest to walk the straight and narrow, because that was what all the people around me were saying was good and proper, and holy shit I was scared of burning in hell.
Well, that just wasn’t the life I was supposed to lead. I had a little too much free thinker in me to be a good boy. And wouldn’t you know it, I began making friends who thought like me. My Junior year in high school, or living hell as I like to call it, I had completely surrounded myself with the bad seed of society. Those kids who your mother tells you not to hang out with, they were my people, and we all knew it. And it wasn’t long before I began to question exactly why I was following a moral code which so far had nothing to back it up.
I mean, everyone I enjoyed, all my friends, every person I didn’t think was a total douche bag, was already heavy into drugs and rock and roll. But on the other hand I had this pious gathering of religious tyrants who made my life a suck fest, and told me that everything I thought was fun was in fact the epitome of sin. And naturally I began to wonder if what I had been taught my entire life was in fact truth, or just a big lie to keep me in line. I started fucking with the heads of the good children around me, and to my surprise, they were very easily influenced. So if all the good kids that I knew who said drugs were bad were just puppets, and all the kids I thought were fun were free thinkers, then why the hell was I still a sober puppet?
It just so happens that some of my coworkers at the time had been trying to get me to smoke weed for several months. They had promised me a dollar if I just opened my mind and tried it. So one night I surprised them with a yes, and it was on. They never gave me that dollar, but what I got that night was ten thousand times more valuable. (twice that if the dealer you got it from stepped on it) I learned that what you are taught, by the people closest to you, is not necessarily true. You need to make your own decisions and do what you think is right. And what I thought was right was smoking as much weed as possible to catch up for all the years I had spent as a tool.
So I set out on a journey that took up the next four years or so. I got as high as is humanly possible. I tried every drug on the market, with the exception of heroin, cause I hate needles, and LSD cause every time it came around I missed it. And I eventually ended up on the idea that you can be as good as you want, but every person needs something bigger to open up their minds. For some people that thing is God. Not everyone is meant for drugs and fun and free living. But for many many good people like me, that thing that will free your mind of society’s restraints is a good old fashioned joint.
Skip ahead to the present and you will find a guy who’s not really a pot head, but also would really appreciate it if the whole world just backed the fuck up three steps and let me toke up in peace. I’ve got a lot of stress and bull shit going on in my life. And I’ve spent most of the last five years abstaining from pot because of all the various drug tests I’ve had to take. I swear to god, I can’t turn around without some ass hole I don’t even know forcing me to piss in a cup for them. If I want to smoke weed in my free time, why the hell shouldn’t I?
Forget that it’s illegal for five seconds and tell me just what exactly my smoking has to do with me performing my job, or being a responsible member of society? I am basically a construction worker. I fix mobile office trailers. How would me getting high stop me from painting, or replacing a toilette? How exactly am I a danger to anyone when I smoke? I’m not even a danger to myself. Damn, I just sit around and grin and munch on crazy shit I cook up. Where’s the crime? Is society afraid I might grow crappy white boy dreadlocks and start selling incense and tie die shirts from a stand in the flea market? Or would I mutate into some sort of criminally insane musician and travel the world singing my lies of love and peace? Will I transform into Bob Marley or Bradley Nowell, or every other musician in the history of good music? I mean, how many great rock stars can you name who weren’t high as hell when they made their best stuff? Ted Nugent, and that’s it. And he was only sober because he’s balls to the wall, bat shit crazy without drugs.
What I’m trying to say to the world in general with all this, is just try and have an open mind. If you don’t smoke, well good for you. Try it, maybe you’ll like it. Maybe you won’t. I don’t really care. Just don’t tell me what to do with my life. I resent the fact that I have to take a piss test if I get injured at work. I resent the fact that as a recreational marijuana enthusiast, I get thrown in the same prison as rapists and murderers. I resent that a prohibition on the much more dangerous drug alcohol was found to be unconstitutional, but somehow the prohibition on marijuana is still in full effect. I resent a generation of hippies who grew up to be tight ass politicians and cops and judges. I resent a state that in my opinion is still ruled by the church. I want my freedom. No fuck that. I demand my freedom to smoke weed if I want to. And if the government won’t give it to me, then I’ll just have to keep breaking the law. It’s what I do best anyway. And now that I’m smoking weed again, it doesn’t even stress me out, so everybody wins. (everybody = me)
Hell, you could even argue that America was founded on the principle of flipping the bird to the establishment and doing whatever you want. So basically if you are against the right to smoke marijuana, you hate freedom. And you are probably a communist who burns puppies alive for fun. It makes sense to me, but what do I know, I’m high right now.
And you may be wondering why I threw in a bunch of pictures. Well I started out with one or two topical ones, but then realized I have this huge selection of art I’ve found online, and I really enjoy art, so why not share some of it with you people. Happy 2008 everyone, I hope you all get laid a lot and win the lottery. Here’s a few more.
Sprinting to Hell 