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WHY I STOPPED SMOKING MARIJUANA; A.K.A. " REEFER "
Every now-and-then, it's good to see someone that you can imagine being
if you hadn't changed something about your life at some earlier period
in time. Well, I had one of these "reality checks". I thank almighty
Allah that, after 15 years (from age 15 to 30), I quit smoking reefer
(not counting a few "slip-ups).
I recently saw a brother I used to smoke reefer with. His eyes were so
bloodshot that I almost slammed on my brakes, thinking he was a traffic
light that had turned red. He's just as smart and articulate (in a
street kind of way, like I once was ) as he used to be. However, not a
damn thing has changed about him, for better or worse. So if there is an
argument for not smoking weed, aside from the carcinogens it contains,
it ZAPS motivation.
I have to say that reefer is the greatest afrodesiac, ever. It
contributes to the economy; who do you think buys up most potato chips, visine,
and those meat things made out of cow tongues? And if you need a good
laugh, oh boy.
I was once riding along a country road, and the group of guys I was
riding with were smoking reefer. I held my breath until they finished.
Then, we happened to see some cows that had broken out of a pasture. Guess
what? Instead of running off into the wild, blue yonder, those big
fools stood OUTSIDE the fence, and stuck their heads back into the damn
pasture to eat.
I must have laughed at those dumb cows for a week straight. I made sure
that every teacher in "get-high" school heard about that experience.
All the teachers smoked weed, so telling them the full story was fun.
Anyway, oh, I just thought about something else. When I was in college,
a weed-smoking, slack roomate, who successfully tempted me to smoke
some "kind bud" on two occasions, left his bedroom door open. In the
middle of the floor was the biggest damn pile of drawls (underwear) that
I'd ever seen. It looked like one of those African termite mounds. When
asked for an explanation, this fellow physics major explained that when
he ran out of dirty underwear, instead of washing the dirty underwear,
he'd just go out and buy new underwear. After a while, all of those
drawrrls stacked up.
The first night I saw this, I thought I was going to have to go to the
emergency room for laughing too hard. Even the damn dog and cat we kept
looked like they were laughing at that big ass pile of underwear (or
laughing at me).
Finally, dude put the dirty drawls in the washing machine. Problem was
that dude didn't bother to get the wet drawers out of the washing
machine for a couple of days. They molded the fuck up, and he ended up
rewashing the underwear, TWICE.
Once again, I negotiated going to the hospital.
If you smoke weed, please, be wary of subtly becoming a person with low
motivation. Luckily, we can learn from observation, rather than
experience. Just look at the lack of motivation some weed smokers have. A
real possibility exists that you MAY look back one day and wish you had
used some incentive to do great things.
Thanks kindly for reading these few words,
George Malik al-Mahdi
http://undergroundrailroadtofreedom.blogspot.com/
Every now-and-then, it's good to see someone that you can imagine being
if you hadn't changed something about your life at some earlier period
in time. Well, I had one of these "reality checks". I thank almighty
Allah that, after 15 years (from age 15 to 30), I quit smoking reefer
(not counting a few "slip-ups).
I recently saw a brother I used to smoke reefer with. His eyes were so
bloodshot that I almost slammed on my brakes, thinking he was a traffic
light that had turned red. He's just as smart and articulate (in a
street kind of way, like I once was ) as he used to be. However, not a
damn thing has changed about him, for better or worse. So if there is an
argument for not smoking weed, aside from the carcinogens it contains,
it ZAPS motivation.
I have to say that reefer is the greatest afrodesiac, ever. It
contributes to the economy; who do you think buys up most potato chips, visine,
and those meat things made out of cow tongues? And if you need a good
laugh, oh boy.
I was once riding along a country road, and the group of guys I was
riding with were smoking reefer. I held my breath until they finished.
Then, we happened to see some cows that had broken out of a pasture. Guess
what? Instead of running off into the wild, blue yonder, those big
fools stood OUTSIDE the fence, and stuck their heads back into the damn
pasture to eat.
I must have laughed at those dumb cows for a week straight. I made sure
that every teacher in "get-high" school heard about that experience.
All the teachers smoked weed, so telling them the full story was fun.
Anyway, oh, I just thought about something else. When I was in college,
a weed-smoking, slack roomate, who successfully tempted me to smoke
some "kind bud" on two occasions, left his bedroom door open. In the
middle of the floor was the biggest damn pile of drawls (underwear) that
I'd ever seen. It looked like one of those African termite mounds. When
asked for an explanation, this fellow physics major explained that when
he ran out of dirty underwear, instead of washing the dirty underwear,
he'd just go out and buy new underwear. After a while, all of those
drawrrls stacked up.
The first night I saw this, I thought I was going to have to go to the
emergency room for laughing too hard. Even the damn dog and cat we kept
looked like they were laughing at that big ass pile of underwear (or
laughing at me).
Finally, dude put the dirty drawls in the washing machine. Problem was
that dude didn't bother to get the wet drawers out of the washing
machine for a couple of days. They molded the fuck up, and he ended up
rewashing the underwear, TWICE.
Once again, I negotiated going to the hospital.
If you smoke weed, please, be wary of subtly becoming a person with low
motivation. Luckily, we can learn from observation, rather than
experience. Just look at the lack of motivation some weed smokers have. A
real possibility exists that you MAY look back one day and wish you had
used some incentive to do great things.
Thanks kindly for reading these few words,
George Malik al-Mahdi
http://undergroundrailroadtofreedom.blogspot.com/
