I am so sick of fucking potheads. It’s truly an epidemic and there’s nothing I can do about it — and that pisses me the hell off.

I really could go on forever about it but I would like to sum it up with the following:

Euphoria, creativity, relaxment, and all other reasons for smoking pot are all things that should come from within. Marijuana has always been a sign of immaturity with me. John and I used to go back and forth about this for nights on end. He could never quite see it my way but he accepted it. He used to tell me I was so pre-occupied with maturity. Maybe I am. But only in certain aspects of life.

Wouldn’t you rather EARN your enlightenment as opposed to cheating it? Wouldn’t you rather EARN your creativity as opposed to having some mind-altering substance to fuck with it and have it not be from your own heart and mind?

If your answers are “no” then you are weak and you should seriously do some thinking about who you are and why you are.

Now get off my ass.