Challenge Accepted.
So my
lovable compadre, the awesome that is Moth has set me to task yet again. He has
inadvertently pit two of my most beloved things against each other, namely my
deeply rooted affection for fine green herb and, well… him. Okay, at least in
my realm of thought this is how the following challenge is laid before me.
Challenge:
If I do not
post something new on this here “revered” blog….within two days, before a very
particular time of eighteen hundred hours- forty five minutes; I, Charlie
Sunshine will hereby be subject to the most inhumane, slendiferously soul
annihilating penalty of having my ganja privileges suspended until said new
post is available for public consumption.
Personally, I think it’s a bit harsh. Secretly, I tip my imaginary hat and smile at this smarty pantsance spouse of mine. I see what you did there. So, here’s to trying my best. Yes, my inconsistent ass sometimes needs some firm guidance (ironically mentioned in previous posts) or how he terms it as “spirited encouragement”, but this, by no means imaginable can be touted as my support for the prohibition of cannabis.
Although I
may not be deemed the most vocal proponent for cannabis, I am a proponent none
the less. I intellectually understand all the benefits in both spheres of
health and economics and I spiritually recognize the positive effects it has on
my state of being.
Besides, I
hate losing bets and I hate anything that could remotely be construed as
punishment. It came to me one night when
I was obscurely thinking of star signs (I am a Gemini, who woulda thunk …) and
I realised that although my attention span is as intermittent as my internet
connection at work (a trait any not-so
proud Gemini can confirm), during those few seconds of undivided attention my
brain has the (alleged) capacity to expend an insane amount of energy
concentrating on the subject. That’s my version, nay, justification for being
so scattered and inconsistent. And, that my friend, sounds like SOUND logic. My
plan is to try and harness this fleeting ability and win the day, save the
princess and return the ring to mount Doom, bong intact.
I pledge
allegiance to my bong, to being consistent and to incorporating flossing as
part of my daily dental regimen (might as well while I’m at it). Disappointment
is not an emotion I’d like to bestow on him anyway, more than that I welcome
the notion of Rising to the Challenge
and Instilling Pride. Besides we
recently procured a now cherished percolator that has obliterated the both of
us and sent us lovingly off to sleep for the past few days.
I’m surprisingly mute when it comes to
discussing the societal and political aspects surrounding boom, it’s like discussing religion…or (trance) music. Severely
personal. Too often I see people becoming completely absorbed in a “one hit
wonder topic”, when its aaaaaalllllllll they talk about. I’m sure you’ve had an
incident when someone excitedly explains the Law of Attraction to you over, and
over, and over again.
Yes, I get
it.…
Yes……
Yes, I know
this.
Yes, I know
you have a baby…
Yes, I
recognise that your baby looks fetching in a variety of outfits, in a spectrum
of colours. It is acknowledged…
Yes, I am
sure I want to delete you from facebook…
Delete.
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