November 10, 2015
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But speed was fine because mods and punks used it to make clothes and music and art. The one occasion I popped an upper, I”d never worked more enthusiastically or efficiently at my movie-theater candy-counter job. Had those pills been easily and cheaply available, I”d have become a regular user.
So I became a drunk instead. I”ll let “experts“ puzzle out whether we writers really are congenitally more likely to be alcoholics, fiction and folklore having already ruled in the affirmative. I can tell you that the long-gone video store in my old Boystown neighborhood had a section called “Glamorous Alcoholics.” There are, however, no “glamorous” pot smokers.
Behold: Here are two cannabis-using comedians at “work.”
Now here are two alcoholics.
Any questions?
Weed makes people lazy. You”ll notice I didn”t say “stupid,” although no one can convince me that toking it adds brain cells or IQ points, either.
Many of the dedicated potheads I”ve known have been of average”even above average”intelligence. And they were failures. Or, at the very least (“most”?), mediocrities. They worked just hard enough to get by, and even achieved a degree of success in a constricted sphere of endeavor: hosting a long-running novelty radio show; writing a few books and teaching (part-time) at the same college forever; assistant-managing a small indie record or video store, or maybe a bike shop.
And there are fewer such “jobs” to go around all the time. Fewer still, I imagine, if America reacts to Canada’s legalization spree by slowing border crossing to a crippled crawl, free-trade agreements be damned. You”ve already seen the effects it’s had in Colorado and Washington state, and it’s still early days.
The only good thing about Justin’s grass obsession? It”ll keep him and the Liberals occupied long enough for me to place that really big gun order while I still can.
