Emotions are messy. They blow up like the kitchen after a meal and a baked potato fight.
Yes, Jase and I had an Olympic potato toss with the kids last night. Pure impromptu impulsivity.
The best kind.
Fucked up emotions have a way of hitting you in the gut like a flying potato. Completely unexpected.
I’m doped up on Klonopin ready to sleep off the muck of the day. Yes, klonopin, the forbidden drug. Sadly the only drug that makes me feel human. They won’t give me a prescription. It’s too dangerous.
So sorry something works for you: takes away all the body pain, stops anxiety in it’s tracks, depression heads for the hills and you sleep like a fucking champ.
Can’t have it.
I have a question for you. Say you have a child who is 20. They have tried at least 5 anti anxiety/depression meds to no avail. A wee bit of pot smoking eases all their symptoms. Would you buy it for them?
I sure would and I did. Why the needless suffering? Also we’ve seen too many kids who had to hide the fact that pot helped from their parents. Most are now dead or in jail………..what do you make of that?