We sat on a circle of rocks covered with moss a vivid green. The embers of our fire glowed red hot. High powered medicinal sour diesel OG kush lifted our spirits. A near nirvana moment. We celebrated the new season. Grateful for what we have. Strengthening our souls and minds for whatever comes next.
In my high school we rural kids would go out to a dark country road and get wasted. There was plenty of beer, usually I would have at least a twelve pack. We had weed, we had cocaine. When you couldn’t stand you could go sit in your car. Often a cheerleader, a quarterback or a big defensive tackle was right next to you. We were all bonding. There was a lot of love of living on that road. Soon we would graduate, go our separate ways, not realizing those were our glory days.
The needles are turning my once perfect arm into a freakish, deformed, bumpy scar. The constant increased blood flow to that part of my body is hurting blood flow to my brain and other important organs. After a treatment my thinking is fuzzy. Then a puff of the medicinal and I don’t care anymore until morning.
Long ago I realized that I am two shots of cheap bourbon away from being happy.
Or a bong hit of homegrown.
This has been a simple way of life for me. I do not recommend this to anyone else. I have been happier–the years from 1970 to 1979–but I was younger then.
I will stop being bad when I die.
Enjoy life. Often.
I looked back through my blog posts from several years ago and realized a few things:
- “But I can’t complain” is not something I’ve ever said. I complain a lot. I am the Complainer-in-Chief.
- I used to eat a lot more fast food than I do now.
- I still smoke marijuana, but now I might qualify for a legal prescription.
Do you want to shave my legs? My roommate’s girlfriend was questioning me from across the room. She came out of the bathroom totally naked. My roommate was at work. I was stoned so my judgement was thrown off. Her smile, and what I knew of her past, led me to believe she wanted to make whoopie.
It was 1982, sex, drugs and rock and roll were a big part of my life then. My roommate was a crack head. This attractive girl would run up the street and get it for him. She was fearless. That afternoon she taught me things you don’t learn in school. I was 24 and nearly a virgin. Twenty minutes passed and I was as wiped out as if I had wrestled a bear. There are events from my past that I wish I could forget, but this is not one of them.
He moved to Tranquillity. I am walking around the house in my underwear. He is gone. I took the longest shower using way too much water, and every light and tv in the house is on. He is gone, and he left his booze and seven bottles of wine. He is gone. the house smells like high grade marijuana. He is gone. I don’t have to cook dinner, and I can go low-carb. I don’t have to stock cookies, bread or cherry pie.. He is gone , safe and settled. . I am free to do as I please. Hell Yes.