Me and Jeff actually disagree on something, I love it!
Some really good friends of mine said, after they quit smoking weed:
"It's really nice to actually remember what I did the day before"
"Gee, now I know exactly where I put my keys"
"I'm so much more active and able to really attend to the kids"
"I don't walk around looking like I've just had a labotomy anymore"
Then two seconds later ('k so I'm exxagerating) with a roach in their hands:
"but like, the smartest people I know smoke" (like after the 4th drink everyone looks sexy?)
"but like, you can smoke and drive, but you can't drink and drive" (NOT! help me here Melissa)
"but like, it really relaxes me" (so does being unconscious)
"but like, it doesn't affect my memory and also, that stuff about memory? Not me." (uh-huh)
And, I'm thinking to myself:
"Dude, your kid is with the maid and you're getting stoned...WTF?"
"Dude, the most pressing thing on your agenda is getting stoned...WTF?"
"Dude, you don't impress me when you slur and um, did you notice that your conversations are reverting to 11th grade speak?"
"Dude, finish your sentence already and wipe that grin off your face, did I sssay something funny?"
WTF?
Not impressed. Not convinced. And though marijuana itself is harmless (meaning marijuana sitting on a table doesn't have any kung fu moves, my lazy, irresponsible, and totally deluded friends (who I love to death) are not. Why am I not afraid I'll offend them? Well you see, right now they're probably too stoned to care. Ha! Bring it!
