Even a stopped clock is right twice.
Today I was sitting in my room after just getting back from class and I stared at the ceiling not paying attention to the time. I must of been there for quite sometime, but all of a sudden I had the urge to smoke a bowl. So, I smoke the shit and look at the clock - it says 4:24. It was like my biological clock was set for 4:20. Personally, I am fine with this.
On another note, my birthday is coming up this Friday , where I make my way into adulthood. But a question comes to mind: Now that I will be a man, when is the right time to give up smoking pot? Can you smoke this shit all the way up until you die? I know some people say they will, but unless you are famous, are seen as you just a druggie, a failure? I mean, Hemingway was the most masculine author I've ever read, and he stuck strictly to the drink.
Either way, I suppose it's all inebriation.
On another note, my birthday is coming up this Friday , where I make my way into adulthood. But a question comes to mind: Now that I will be a man, when is the right time to give up smoking pot? Can you smoke this shit all the way up until you die? I know some people say they will, but unless you are famous, are seen as you just a druggie, a failure? I mean, Hemingway was the most masculine author I've ever read, and he stuck strictly to the drink.
Either way, I suppose it's all inebriation.