There's a dude in my office that has been there for probably over a year - could be longer. I've never really bothered with him before because quite frankly I always thought he was a weird mother fucker!
I went to Amsterdam a few weeks ago and prior to that, not many people knew that I smoked weed like fuck. It''s not that I kept it a secret, it was more that I just didn't talk about it. However from the day I booked the Amsterdam trip, it was pretty much all I fucking talked about! So now pretty much everyone I know is aware of the fact that I'm a stoner - a fucking intelligent, responsible stoner. There's a difference.
The bottom line is that I don't give a fuck who knows. Well, that's not entirely true - there are exceptions to this. Most obvious exception is my parents. I'm fucking thirty years old, but I still don't want my folks to know about it - although, I don't think they're completely naive. Obviously they knew I was in Amsterdam and I showed
my dad a picture of me blazing on the most excellent Volcano vaporiser. It was a surreal conversation explaining how it worked!
Another exception is my kid. I'm a parent and it's not cool to have that shit spill into the world of parenting - anything associated with this also falls under the exceptions - school teachers etc are a no no.
Other than that, I don't give a fuck. I guess that statement is pretty redundant though seeing as I quite clearly give a fuck!
After returning from Amsterdam, I was talking to a group of work buddies about how fucking amazing it was. This weird guy I mentioned earlier was also there. I realised that my conversation was actually doing two things - the first was obviously telling the story about my trip, but the second, less obvious thing was that I was basically putting out the stoner equivalent of the bat signal! The weird guy turns out to be a stoner. He is elite. The thing is, there's nothing different about the guy; he's still a bit of a weird fucking cat, but being a stoner gives you a few bonus cool points! We have a common bond though - we both fucking love weed and now we regularly exchange
stoner stories. Also, where there is a stoner, there is a dealer - always good to know there's another possible guy to try when all else fails in the pursuit of green!
A week or so ago, I was enjoying a joint in my back garden. I was being discrete as I didn't want to make it too obvious that I was puffin' the herb. I heard my neighbour open her back door so I stood just inside the door! After having waited for a few minutes I decided that the coast was clear! I took a big toke on my joint and stuck my
head out the door. To my horror, she was still standing in her garden - looking at me! I was holding in a lungful of smoke as she said hello! I muttered a hello whilst my head was engulfed in the smoke I'd ust exhaled!
"I didn't know you smoked?!" she says
"Um, just now and again..."
Turns out though, she's a stoner as well!
Let's face it, everyone's a fucking stoner!
Now let's get fucking baked!
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