I smoke 2 joints, I smoke 2 more, I get really fuckin stoned.

I love the song, but smoking that many joints, that is not a good thing.  I know I’ve done it. While I thought I was brilliant, I actually was.

I am Zeus, after all.

That’s the thing about weed. You can’t repress shit. You can, but it takes a shit fuckin ton of work.

Most people don’t work that hard. When I get stoned, everything I might repress comes right to the top.

I dont repress much, and I work to have a zero repression life. I’m honest as I can be.

At times, when someone is asking about me and what they notice, I tend to shy away.  I tell the truth, but the truth can be told many ways.

Only a lie must be scripted. 

So, improv it is. If I think about it, life is improv.

Anything I say,  they have no script.

I have to take what they say.

Then, it’s either reaction or response.

I work to not be reactionary.

I work to be responsive.

That’s a mantra. I need to use this when I go out to have a smoke.

Added to the list.

Right. I already say “I love my life” and “I’m grateful for absolutely everything.”

There are times when my life feels like a mantra.

I keep saying the same shit over and over.

However, what the fuck else is a responsible human to do?

Yeah, no, you nailed it.

It’s not easy being a grown-up.  However, it has its advantages. 

On that note, nighty night.