April 20 Lookalike Day, Some variety of pot-celebration day.
So, I'm back because I'm still the only pot smoker on staff at Jackson's blog, and also because the bossman is sick and doesn't feel like writing. It's also lookalike day, and truth be told, I look like far more people than our dear friend Jackson does. My lookalikes are numerous and human; his are few and often monstrous.
Hey Jackson-gah huh! Jesus!
So, we'll start with lookalikes I guess. A lookalike is... someone who looks like you. I have many. The one people say the most is Ashton Kutcher, which I can kind of see; we have a similar jawline and eyes... I guess?
Not really...
If it had only been the one person who noted the resemblance i would have ignored it, but it's more like ten or twelve. First there were these two guys in Surfer's Paradise who were like "Oh look, it's Ashton Kutcher," as I walked past, then my Friend Nick's friend who's name escapes me, then more, and more and more and more. I think i look more like Alan Rickman, and when the angle is right and the lighting generous, Harrison Fucking Ford.
Mercy me! What a strapping young buck!
And now it's time to talk about weed, again. Why there are two days in a year to celebrate the same drug I don't know, but since it's apparently the only thing I know about, I might as well write some more. Today I'll tell you all a weed story. Um...
Okay, so nothing particularly funny has ever happened to me whilst high; in fact mostly I've had mostly awful or boring experiences that the drug has made interesting. I once almost got arrested when I was in Nowheresville visiting my lover's parents and chilling with his friends, (who introduced me to the now infamous game "Did I get it?") I went "Skywalking" at Confest, sat blankly in my room with Alice for two hours after smoking a cigar sized monstrosity, and lay next to the aforementioned lover while he worked his way through a pot induced depression, powerless to help him. That ain't fun. In fact, pot seems to end in three things; silence, sex or sadness. I guess one could argue that I've done it with the wrong people, and that I've not utilized the drug to its full potential. This is a fair argument, however I've smoked with a wide variety of people, ranging from complete and utter stoners through to casual users and first timers. The first group are pathetic; they think about nothing other than pot and their conversation reflects that. The worst thing about them is that you know they had to work really fucking hard to get addicted to pot; that they really had to persist and focus their energies entirely on smoking to get to their present state. Weed isn't addictive; and this statement comes from a man who has in his very short life been addicted to smoking, drinking and action figure collecting. (don't tell anyone) If I can smoke pot without getting addicted, so can anyone. Anyway, the other two groups have less idea how to handle the effects of the drug, and tend to become dull and unresponsive. And as far as what you do when high is concerned... no one ever makes interesting suggestions. Usually they just want more pot.
My friends.
Well, that's enough from me. Enjoy yourselves or whatever it is that Jackson ends his posts with. I wish I had some weed.