1973....That was the first time I had the pleasure of smoking weed, and even at 12 years old, I KNEW weed and I were going to be friends for life. Weed is my Prozac.... it calms me, opens up a creative side, helps me eat shit that otherwise would make me puke...(fucking chicken breasts), makes GTA 5 a LOT more fun to play, and makes even my wife attractive if I smoke over a pound in one sitting.

But weed is puttin the DICK to me big time-----and I need to do something.

I don't know if I'm just getting old, or my dealer is lacing my shit with lead, but my ability to get shit done while smoking a bowl every few hours has seriously diminished. Everything is fuzzy. I forget to pay trivial shit like electric bills and car insurance. My house is a mess half the time because porn takes top spot above stupid shit like dishes and taking the trash out---fucking pizza boxes and Red Bull cans everywhere. I cant find shit half the time because I cant remember where I left it, and I'm DAMN lucky I have great people in place to run the shop for me because I've become nothing more than a noncontributing paracite over the past year.
So----- I'm done. I have to stop smokin weed because I'm (apparently) one of those people who dont seem to handle it well. I dont know why. It's like drinking---- cant handle that either:: 3 shots and I'm ready to fight everyone, and everytime the cops are involved and I either have new charges to deal with, or cant come back into town until shit blows over. Weed is different--- I dont fight on weed. The problem is I don't do ANYTHING on weed.

Now I'm sure you guys are going to tell me how productive you are while you smoke weed, and how you know people who are millionaires and weed never fucked thier productivity. Thats GREAT! I envy you. Have at it and smoke one for me. But you may wanna consider where you MIGHT be --- how much better you MIGHT be--- if you left it alone.

I'll leave you with this:: Everyone I know from school--without exception---who partied HARD then and still does now--- NONE of them have any shit. NONE of them. They live in a little house or trailer...work their little $12/hour job that barely pays the weed and cable bill.... and are too fucking burnt to ponder what they COULD do. I'm NOT anti-weed. I'm anti-slacker, and unfortunately for me, that's what I become when I make it a part of my day.
Maybe there's a solution somewhere--- maybe a way to cut back, but I doubt it. I'm like a goldfish--- you put unlimited food in my tank, and I'll eat that shit untill I explode.

Maybe I should start smoking fish food.