Fourteen years ago I was 14 in Navy Jr R.O.T.C., a drill team commander (with a rank of Ensign, I was the youngest to achieve such a goal). I was well on my way to being a Navy Seal. I was Fucking Determined!
Then I meet my soon to be best friend Chris (Surviving Myself) who introduced me to wonderful world of marijuana.
Holy shit was this stuff better than drill practice!! No push-ups, no yelling! It was just feeling good all the time! Not to mention my social status jumped from ROTC nerd to cool pot head guy who broke the rules and didn’t care about what society had to say. And lets face it in high school the ladies always loved the envelope pushing pot smoking rebel! We became popular over night. In fact, the Senior committee changed the superlative award from best friends to best buds, and dubbed us the class of ’97’s “Cheech and Chong” (I’m not kidding I still have the plaque).
Over the past decade I have been every kind of po thead.
Angry Metal po thead. Peaceful Phish-head po thead. Post college no job loser po thead. Starving artist po thead. And my most recent: functioning addict young professional po thead, who still doesn’t care what society says.
I have done a lot of stuff stoned. More than I would care to mention. Even when my best bud jumped ship like five years ago I staid the course toward Stoner Island (funny thing is Stoner Island is very hard to find, and I lost the map a lot).
But, it’s been so long I’ve forgot who non-pot JP is. So, I’m stopping. Not quitting, but going on a Phish like hiatus for the 4.2o month.
It’s gonna be tough, but at least i still have nicotine, caffeine, alcohol, aderall, coke, xanax, vicodin, and pot.
No, wait. Not pot!