People assume that since I live in Oregon that I'm some big pothead or something. No, I'm not. I find that marijuana dulls the very hatred that fuels my blog entires, and that would be a lose-lose situation for all of us now, wouldn't it? In fact, most marijuana users bug the crap about me and considering that my tolerance level for stupid decreases exponentially on THC, I try my best to avoid the stuff unless one day I choose to end up in prison for murder.
I overhear conversations all day long.
"Dooood, did you see the crystals on that nug?"
"I'm blazed as f$%k, should I go to class?"
"Man, John scored some BOMB ASS weed called Blueberry-Afghanistan-Love-Not-War."
And it's not only about the marijuana itself, but also its accompanying equipment.
"I just scored this tight pipe that my friend up in Eugene made himself."
"We decided to call it The Sherlock because its a bubbler."
"Damn dude. I'm depressed. I broke my piece last night."
Finally, then there are those creative souls that like to experiment.
"John is so smart. He figured out how to turn his bath tub into a huge bong last night."
"My girl Amber just found a new pot brownie recipe. It's dope. I should email it to you."
My response: if these people found more productive creative outlets, the world would be a better place. You know, like finding a hobby that actually results in something tangible rather than an entire day wasted on the couch staring at the cobwebs and contemplating whether or not the same cobwebs are forming in your brain. Which is more often the case than not.
I mean how creative are these names for marijuana strains? Whoever came up with names such as "blueberry chronic," and "hydroponic stinger" are oozing with the potential of being a Nobel Prize-winning poet. Then there are those with the scientific gift of figuring out how to maximize the THC content of every puff, either through the mechanism by which the said marijuana is smoked or by cross-breeding under the perfect ambient temperature and lighting. How successful would these people be at being physicists, creating nuclear weapons for the government, or as botanists working for Greenpeace. Ok fine, maybe working for Greenpeace is not exactly where anybody wants to be but it's something at least!
All I gotta say is be free my children and not in the hippie kind of way.
Hello Meeraclewhip...firs time reader to your blog and came upon this article...very biast and unpleasant to read, maybe they are dumb, but they aren't hurting you, unlike tweekers and heroin addicts who have a proven track record for harming others, no one has ever died from overdosing on marijuana, and when someone comes up on a great strain like some OG Sour Kush...man that's like comming up on a fine bottle of wine. I'm just saying, this is America and we have freedom...every day they take away our civil rights and we are just trying to hold on to whatever they let us keep.
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