Start the argument where it starts:
I have the right to do whatever the hell I want to my own body and if it kills me slowly, happy for me, fuck you, clack clack, stop me.
You are wasting my time. You gonna spend 25 years so milky-eyed Jim can get a government subsidized bong-hit of some dirt weed.
I want to buy mushrooms at Walmart tomorrow.
"Just because you’ve been living life the same way as everyone before you, as your father and all these other corrupt politicians, it doesn’t mean it’s justifiable. Just because you can find examples all around you, people who’ve done worse and people who are doing the same things, it doesn’t mean that it’s supposed to continue.
There’s gotta be a way to stop it. It doesn’t seem to be stopping with the evolution of culture. Our entire civilization is built on a foundation of unfixable bullshit. Our evolution, our cultural and social evolution is so much slower than the evolution of technology.
We’re able to communicate with people all around the world, we’re able to fly fucking tubes through the sky, we’re able to send video through the air, you know, we’re able to watch television programs that are being broadcast from the other side of the planet. We have these incredible technological capabilities but socially we are just a bump ahead of where we were in the 50’s, just a little.
The life that leads you to be your dad, that’s not where it’s at. When you watch your dad drop dead of a fucking heart attack at 55 and you… scarcely can remember him laughing three times, ever. You know? And you go “What? I’m supposed to be that guy? Wha… What the fuck is that?”.
Our main problem as human beings is that we are in a stage of evolution, in an adolescence stage. We have potential to rise above that, to get to the top, to have just a little better view of what the world could be; and I think that’s the potential we have inside of us.
We need something. We need something right now. Because the way we’re doing it, we are just spinning our fucking wheels.
This man speaks the truth.
(Excerpt from Howard Mark’s book, Mr Nice.)
I was comforted to discover that although I found reading mathematical physics more difficult when stoned, I found reading philosophy easier. It is not that philosophy is any easier than mathematical physics. It’s just that reading philosophy was actually what I wanted to do. When one is stoned, it is very hard to do what one really doesn’t want to do.
My freelance tuition work required me to visit students at various times of day and night at their home and teach on an individual basis. Such irregular schedules, combined with my increased marijuana use, inevitably led to occasions when I would be required to teach when very stoned.
The first time this happened, I was asked by a nineteen-year-old Arabian student to explain to him the theory of permutations and combinations, a part of school mathematics at which I was never very proficient. Until this point my teaching abilities had not been particularly remarkable. I was far too impatient with my pupils when dealing with subjects I knew well, and I deviously avoided other subjects.
Under marijuana’s influence, however, I now found I was extremely painstaking with my explanations and extraordinarily patient with my pupil’s progress. I ceased to feign knowledge when I had none and would honestly admit that I had forgotten everything and would have to work things out from scratch.
I found it easy to put myself in the students’ positions and appreciate and solve their difficulties. From then on, I made a point of smoking marijuana before teaching, and my students made excellent progress.
“I have a friend who offers to show her breasts if the guys watching will give each other a “low two”, which means they need to touch their bare asses together on camera. Then she clicks next.”
“Oh sure, when you’re gay you just walk around giving butt bumps to everybody. It’s like a high-five — it’s a low two.” –Cam after Jay says that their butt bump helped Cam’s racquetball game.
