I hate when I just got blazed and my parents call. They always talk for hours so they’re with me at the peak of my high. I’ve always been high when I lived with them and i’m pretty sure they burn too… But sometimes when i’m really high, I just don’t want to talk to them because i’m always thinking “on shit, they know i’m stoned!” They probably don’t care but I just don’t want them thinking i’m a stoner… which I am.
My dad’s always like “hey what are you doing today?” What I should say is “getting stoned, blogging about getting stoned, and watching Weeds.” but I lie and say “going for a walk, cleaning the house, and finding a job.” My mom likes to go on and on about god knows what for literally 20 minutes, and she’ll lose me… then she’ll say “well, what do you think?” Uhh…. can you repeat that? AND SHE WOULD! (only to lose me again) Mom, i’m stoned, You can’t talk longer than 30 seconds at a time or you’ll lose me. One day, when my parents finally admit that they burn, I wanna burn them out with some good shit, and then tell them what I honestly thought of them these past 21 years. I love them to death… most of the time.
Inhale the good shit. Exhale the bullshit.