Quitter
Cross-post from The Other Phylotopian.
Now is the time....
I've been a weed smoker for the best part of 20 years and I suppose, in true denial form - it's never done me no harm. No siree Bob. But, but.. Just 'but' really.
Since the trial in town a few weeks ago of that stupid twat from Wokingham who stabbed his mates, (while 'high' on skunk - ffs) it's been getting harder to buy, which is entirely appropriate considering the mixed metaphors we get from this tired, corrupt fucking government of ours. They decriminalise weed then try to make criminals out of the people who want to buy it. What's that all about? I have no doubt that the weed I buy now is way stronger than the stuff I used to puff my way through as a younger man, but control is the answer, not criminalisation. When the fucking fuck are we going to get a mature, adult drugs policy? When is a serious politico going to stick his pimply yellow head above the parapet and say "Shit, I've done drugs, had a laugh, watched the moon rise and shine, ate some Snickers, fell asleep on the sofa and went to work." Wouldn't you respect that guy more than the myriad of faceless careerist politicians who say "Oh no, never. Drugs are evil" before sloping off to one of Parliament's 17 bars for 20 Bensons and a skinful of pink gin? Anne Widdicombe and her type sit on their farty fucking leather benches and tell me what the fuck I can and can't do. Have you ever seen anyone more in need of a trip than Anne Widdicombe??
Shit - I went off on one there - this is supposed to be about me quitting - its just I hate being told what to do. Always have. Probably why I came out of the RAF at 22! Anyway, if it was legal I could go to a supplier and say "Hey dude, just want 10g of something mellow" Like you do in Amsterdam. I like my skunk, don't get me wrong, but I just want a bit of old fashioned green, to mellow down, have a giggle with my gang. And all you can get is skunk now. Something about margins no doubt. Capitalism and drugs. Welcome to the 21st century.
So fuck it. I'm gonna quit. Skunk does me no favours. It makes me sit in my armchair and watch TV without remembering anything. Shit, I could watch the same episode of CSI 6 times in a row and still be utterly surprised by the conclusion. That ain't so good is it? It makes me moody, uncommunicative, sullen, I don't go out, I get paranoid; but shit man, I love being stoned.
It starts here. My sacrifice to the greater cause is that I am weed free until the day I can walk into an offy and say proudly to the lovely lady behind the counter "A quarter of that fine opium dipped, white widow thank you very much. And 20 Mars bars."
Oh - one more thing. If you haven't bought, burned or stolen the Kings of Leon's new CD by Friday I'm going to come to your house and piss through your letterbox. Don't test me dudes.
I've been a weed smoker for the best part of 20 years and I suppose, in true denial form - it's never done me no harm. No siree Bob. But, but.. Just 'but' really.
Since the trial in town a few weeks ago of that stupid twat from Wokingham who stabbed his mates, (while 'high' on skunk - ffs) it's been getting harder to buy, which is entirely appropriate considering the mixed metaphors we get from this tired, corrupt fucking government of ours. They decriminalise weed then try to make criminals out of the people who want to buy it. What's that all about? I have no doubt that the weed I buy now is way stronger than the stuff I used to puff my way through as a younger man, but control is the answer, not criminalisation. When the fucking fuck are we going to get a mature, adult drugs policy? When is a serious politico going to stick his pimply yellow head above the parapet and say "Shit, I've done drugs, had a laugh, watched the moon rise and shine, ate some Snickers, fell asleep on the sofa and went to work." Wouldn't you respect that guy more than the myriad of faceless careerist politicians who say "Oh no, never. Drugs are evil" before sloping off to one of Parliament's 17 bars for 20 Bensons and a skinful of pink gin? Anne Widdicombe and her type sit on their farty fucking leather benches and tell me what the fuck I can and can't do. Have you ever seen anyone more in need of a trip than Anne Widdicombe??
Shit - I went off on one there - this is supposed to be about me quitting - its just I hate being told what to do. Always have. Probably why I came out of the RAF at 22! Anyway, if it was legal I could go to a supplier and say "Hey dude, just want 10g of something mellow" Like you do in Amsterdam. I like my skunk, don't get me wrong, but I just want a bit of old fashioned green, to mellow down, have a giggle with my gang. And all you can get is skunk now. Something about margins no doubt. Capitalism and drugs. Welcome to the 21st century.
So fuck it. I'm gonna quit. Skunk does me no favours. It makes me sit in my armchair and watch TV without remembering anything. Shit, I could watch the same episode of CSI 6 times in a row and still be utterly surprised by the conclusion. That ain't so good is it? It makes me moody, uncommunicative, sullen, I don't go out, I get paranoid; but shit man, I love being stoned.
It starts here. My sacrifice to the greater cause is that I am weed free until the day I can walk into an offy and say proudly to the lovely lady behind the counter "A quarter of that fine opium dipped, white widow thank you very much. And 20 Mars bars."
Oh - one more thing. If you haven't bought, burned or stolen the Kings of Leon's new CD by Friday I'm going to come to your house and piss through your letterbox. Don't test me dudes.
posted by phylos @ 18:44
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