The Evil Weed
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love marijuana. I’ve been smoking it since my teens and I’m 55 now so it has formed, to a great extent, my view of the world and has become, to a great extent, part of what I am. I love the feeling it gives me and I love the social milieu in which it is consumed.
But I’ll admit that it does make me lazy. Yesterday I had all sorts of plans. I had things I wanted to write, a couple of posts here, a couple of poems the ideas for which I’ve had kicking around in my head for awhile (the “Beautiful Women” series of haikus I’ve been thinking about for months now), I was going to clean the flat, even redecorate a bit, mostly because the place is just too damned cluttered (I’m a bit of a packrat but my wife is 10x worse) and some other stuff, but I was out of pot and it seemed a good time to go get some.
The wife and kids are out of town, so I had plenty of time. I met my friend at a café which I’d never been to before, talked to an expat from Sarajevo who has been here for a long time (“I left as soon as they started shooting”), a really cute Czech woman with kids a bit older than mine, a couple of students from Korea and a friend who is writing a book to teach people English using the great number of cognates between the two languages, which he is listing by going through the dictionary with a highlighter – he’s up to the middle of the D’s and he’s been at it awhile, there really are quite a lot of them despite being out different branches of the linguistic tree. Prague is just like that. Interesting people all over the place.
Then I came home and smoked my brains out. I started watching Mythbusters, the episode where they put a couple of dead pig carcasses in a car to see if they can get rid of the smell later. Before I knew it, and 4 episodes of House later, (I really don’t know why they do that. Surely, anybody who is not high would reach for the remote long before that. Perhaps they are banking on lots of people being semi-comatose while viewing) it was 1:30 in the morning. I wasn’t particularly tired, but there wasn’t any point in staying up any longer.
So, nothing got done. Today, my resolution is to not smoke before noon, or before I’ve cleaned the house, whichever comes first.
It’s not a terribly strong resolution, though.
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