We are not stoners
We're members of a very important, secret club tasked with seeking out the world's marijuana in order to hide ALL of it in our lungs. Let us work.
Today
My high deed of the day was to drive down to the ghetto and smoke a random black guy wearing only overalls out. I brought him into my car and we smoked for a while, and he ended up telling me about how hard life can be when you're born into a difficult place. He played me a song on a guitar he taught himself how to play and cried when I left. This bowl is to you, Bubba.