Marijuana and dating
A blind date once asked me to meet him near his office.When I arrived, he said he had to go home to walk his dog — an odd start to the date, but why not?
The funny thing was, she was acting like she was privy to these amazing ideas no one had ever had before, and was getting all excited about sharing her religious message with a spiritually deprived world. It’s called Rastafarianism.” The last girl I was in love with was a pothead. I once dated someone who would smoke a couple nights a week.
We both got really high and went to the opera for my birthday, which seemed like a great idea — until it wasn’t. It’s snowing onstage and you don’t know why everyone is singing in tongues, and all these fancily dressed people are glaring at you. When she smoked, she’d either be next to normal or high out of her head.
After he smoked it, we were driving around and passed the county cemetery. I just thought, “This is not the life I want for myself.” In high school, there was this guy named Carl.
He had a motorcycle, and sometimes when I was too lazy to walk to class, would give me a ride across campus.
She then told me, at length, about the “new” ideas she was having concerning marijuana and spirituality.