Reefer Madness

time to make the donuts

This morning was one of those mornings. Yucky mood, too little sleep, raining, and a ravenous cat screeching in my ear to have his breakfast. (I still love the little hairball though) Yes, today would have been a great "wake & bake" day.

Gotta love it!

I say "would have" because I don't have the necessary ingredients to make that very special breakfast for myself. And that really sucks! Let me turn back the clock a bit here and explain that I was a late-bloomer to the world of cannabis. I didn't try "the devil's weed" until I was 28 yrs. old. I grew up in a family of fairly strict Catholics. And being a good Catholic boy, I didn't dare try any illegal substances. Afterall, I'd surely end up going to Hell in a handbasket, or so I was told. I was so against illegal substances, that I once broke up with a handsome, kind, and loving man over his usage of marijuana...that's how unmovable my thinking was back then. I may never have tried smoking weed if it hadn't have been for the fact that I was devastated and stressed out of my mind after my dad died. My friends and family couldn't say or do anything to console me either. Until one magical day when someone suggested I take a couple of hits off of a joint to calm me down. (a joint is a rolled piece of heaven that makes you feel calmer for awhile) Ya know what? I did feel better and I swear to this day that it also made me see things clearer. It kinda made it so I could examine my inner feelings in a calmer fashion and with much more depth. Let's just call it "herbal therapy".

Yes, I need to chill out a bit today...badly. I need to calm my brain for just a little while. A few glasses of wine really won't help, even a stiff vodka cocktail ain't gonna do the trick. I hate to add this, but y'all know I'm going to anyway. I know firsthand that alcohol is so much worse for my thought processes (and liver, and every internal organ) than smoking a simple plant that has grown on this Earth for centuries. I don't think our "maker" would have made a mistake in putting the cannabis plant here if He or She didn't have a valid use for it. I don't believe that's a cop-out explanation either.

Mmmm, I can almost smell that sweet little bit of dried ganga leaves if I close my eyes and try hard enough. Maybe some future day I'll partake in the smoking of my favorite herb, at least I hope so. Guess I'll leave y'all by saying smoke 'em if you got 'em! And please blow the smoke on down this way if you think of it. My brain will thank you. It's kinda ironic, but I just glanced at the clock and lo and behold, it's 4:20! No kidding! :) 

Anyone care for a road trip?