A lot of folks out there are into today’s date: 4/20. That’s because a lot of folks are stoners. I would say they know who they are, but some of them probably don’t.
As someone living in a state with legal marijuana (“medicinal” only, mind you), I don’t give a flying fig about who does and doesn’t imbibe. Except when you repeat yourself to me. Over and over and over and over again. Or when you can’t take part in a conversation because you’re too stupid. Or when you use it as a damned crutch. Why do these things bother me? Because it’s boring. And frankly, my life is too short – no matter how long I live – to be bored to tears with someone who can’t deal with reality once in a while. That’s weak sauce.
Lest it seem I’m holier than thou, please know I’m not. I really don’t judge medicinal weed. Hell – I don’t judge recreational weed. (I have inhaled.) And I know loads of people who are dealing with life and the living of it, people who occasionally partake. Those folks are alright. I’ve got no beef with them.
That’s all I’ve got to say about that. Word.