A Stoner's Diary: Entry #1
Ok, so tonight was a little disconcerting. First of all, I just bit a chunk out of my cheek (which you will understand why in a few minutes…), and second, I slightly overdid myself this evening.
So, I have been living in my parent’s house in Woodland, CA for a little while now. They are in Canada at our cabin, as is my brother, and I am living in their house by myself. For two months. Rent free. Awesome.
Sad thing is, the only friends that I see here have either real jobs or aren’t as interested in my extra-curricular activities. In other words, I hadn’t smoked or really even drank (except with my Mom, which in writing sounds awkward, but was surprisingly refreshing) since I left Seattle.
Today, I called my friend who I used to work with at the warehouse. She’s awesome and cool to kick-it with, but usually a friendly herb eases the scene.
She came over and I apparently decided to make up for the past 3 weeks.
Then I decided to watch a film called “SLC Punk”, thanks shesagiant for the name-drop. It’s a movie about punk-anarchist-college-grads that live in Salt Lake City. A fairly decent indie-punk-cult-classic-genre of my liking. Until the part where lead-character, Stevo (Matthew Lillard. Awesome.), and his girlfriend partake off an acid trip. Basically the movie was like: punk kids with blue hair talk about anarchy and beat up rednecks with bats, to the acid trip in which the girl friend says she’s going to die so they have sex and he sees the devil and an atomic bomb blowing up the city (and blessed Temple Square) and the lava from the fiery depths of hell covering the streets, then back to punk-blue-haired guy talking about anarchy and having a conversation with his best friend about being in love, then to a full-blown religious-spiritual-political debate of anarchy, then another ass-kicking.
Moral of the story: Getting really stoned (like really stoned) and watching someone else act out an acid-trip, is scary, yet calming. Kids shouldn’t try this at home. And if you’re a twelve-year old girl and you are high on marijuana, you shouldn’t ride your bike.
Oh yeah, and the Mormons are some crazy people. Cars don’t even float on a Salt Lake, therefore won’t destroy the evidence. Brigham Young on the other hand was inspirational. I wish I had the power to lead people like lemmings across uncharted territory and worship me as though I were God.
But I do enjoy a sober-person’s interpretation of a drug-trip.
And then I returned to my cookie.
So, I have been living in my parent’s house in Woodland, CA for a little while now. They are in Canada at our cabin, as is my brother, and I am living in their house by myself. For two months. Rent free. Awesome.
Sad thing is, the only friends that I see here have either real jobs or aren’t as interested in my extra-curricular activities. In other words, I hadn’t smoked or really even drank (except with my Mom, which in writing sounds awkward, but was surprisingly refreshing) since I left Seattle.
Today, I called my friend who I used to work with at the warehouse. She’s awesome and cool to kick-it with, but usually a friendly herb eases the scene.
She came over and I apparently decided to make up for the past 3 weeks.
Then I decided to watch a film called “SLC Punk”, thanks shesagiant for the name-drop. It’s a movie about punk-anarchist-college-grads that live in Salt Lake City. A fairly decent indie-punk-cult-classic-genre of my liking. Until the part where lead-character, Stevo (Matthew Lillard. Awesome.), and his girlfriend partake off an acid trip. Basically the movie was like: punk kids with blue hair talk about anarchy and beat up rednecks with bats, to the acid trip in which the girl friend says she’s going to die so they have sex and he sees the devil and an atomic bomb blowing up the city (and blessed Temple Square) and the lava from the fiery depths of hell covering the streets, then back to punk-blue-haired guy talking about anarchy and having a conversation with his best friend about being in love, then to a full-blown religious-spiritual-political debate of anarchy, then another ass-kicking.
Moral of the story: Getting really stoned (like really stoned) and watching someone else act out an acid-trip, is scary, yet calming. Kids shouldn’t try this at home. And if you’re a twelve-year old girl and you are high on marijuana, you shouldn’t ride your bike.
Oh yeah, and the Mormons are some crazy people. Cars don’t even float on a Salt Lake, therefore won’t destroy the evidence. Brigham Young on the other hand was inspirational. I wish I had the power to lead people like lemmings across uncharted territory and worship me as though I were God.
But I do enjoy a sober-person’s interpretation of a drug-trip.
And then I returned to my cookie.