I've been on the other side of this before, like when I would meet the Dwarf during the day, and eating an ice cream cone with his hair neatly combed he would happily greet you at a playground near Oktogon and produce a small grocery bag containing those five Christmas trees you ordered. Surprising that it's the same guy you saw a couple nights earlier, pupils dilated and unable to remember that you speak English, not Magyar. In fact, I wonder if it's it too late to dedicate this blog to the Dwarf?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Day Four in the World of the Living
What is a little bit funny about smoking marijuana is how you can lay off the grass abrubtly, cleanly, and voluntarily, as I did a few days ago. I'm not experiencing a dry spell. I'm not out of money, or weed. I didn't put my weed into safe-keeping, or destroy my pipe, or do anything to coerce myself into quitting temporarily. I. just. stopped. I was falling behind in my work duties. And what's really funny is going about sober, talking to everyone who was beginning to suspect that you were a borderline weirdo, watching their reaction to seeing you suddenly very calm, cognizant, and focused.
Posted by Petroc at 10:30 PM