the first days of dope... of reefer as it was called... with joints thinner than a needle and paranoia larger than Texas.... i was reminded of this because a very uptight friend of mine just opened a marijuana store in Marin County... she was an executive of a well-known and oft-cursed computer company (whose initials are Microso*t)... retired, she's gone back to her roots...or rather to the roots she might have had, had she opted for Woodstock instead of that handy internship at that place...
one thing i've learned in these many years is that no job whatsoever is secure, that a good savings account is never a bad idea...in fact it's fundamental to equinamity and always possible... a mere 5% or 10% a month builds up (obviously)... and armed with that pretty much any job and bad relationship ought to be walked away from as soon as possible. unless you are a master of the universe chances of changing another person's bad behavior is abso-fucking-lutely nil... .says the professional counselor. We can enhance our best selves--that's kinda what makes those parts of ourselves 'best'! the mediocre... well we can polish and repackage that shit... but the bad stuff... takes a literal gun to the head or a gen-yew-ine brush with death to open the pathway to change... maybe... //
so smoke 'em if you got 'em --- IF that is a means of EXPRESSING your ease with life and smiling with the sun! if it is an escape the binds you to the grey world of empty jobs and desperate weekends... that world will not ever give you a break or offer you a leg up... best to walk another path--you'll live just as long, and likely be much better company for yourself and any lovers that might come your way!
