Yesterday I got ridiculously high with someone I had met literally hours before. We used my friend's bowl that he had left at my house during a party. There is still a hit or two left. It will be like payment for using it.

every day there are good things, and there are bad things. the bad things come in clumps, and usually as a whole it is known as "work". weed both makes the good better and the bad more distant. truly the finest tool for making it through the day to day workaday bullshit of life.

wonderful perceptions on reality aside, weed's greatest attribute is it's ability to make everything bad in the past completely not matter. it's gone, swirling away in a puff of smoke that you're giggling at without knowing why.