Things I remember about marijuana:
Cheech and Chong
Staring up at the starry sky for half an hour with my mouth open
Making love to the sound of music that wasn’t there
Big bad bikers rolling on the lawn laughing with a couple of puppies
Crying all night for a lost friend
Driving twenty blocks down Yonge Street at ten miles an hour because I forgot to change gears and the sound of the engine roaring made me think I was going too fast.
Bruce Springsteen live…the place wasn’t big enough
A sunny afternoon in a mountain meadow two days after the wild flowers bloomed…the fucking flies were murderous
Conversations that went on forever and changed direction viciously if you weren’t paying attention
Food tasted SOOOO GOOOD!
Some suit telling me that “there was nothing wrong with marijuana that alcohol couldn’t cure” and collapsing with giggles.
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