The thing is that you don’t even see it coming. Or maybe you do. Inhale, exhale.
Slower than that. slow it down. easy now.
Don’t you know what you’re in for? We all get the same warnings. Drugs are bad. Drugs are scary. You could die. You could fuck up your life. That’s the scariest thing, you could fuck up your life. Inhale, exhale.
That’s much better. good job.
You could end up somewhere different.
You could end up someone different.
We’re all changing all the time anyway, though, so maybe that’s not such a bad thing, right? To be someone else isn’t really that far-fetched a statement, considering that when you wake up each day, you’ve changed a little. Your hair has grown longer, your nails, even the very particles of your skin have changed, been sloughed off as you roll around in bed, unaware of what is happening to your body. You age, you change. You are time-lapse in slow motion.
It’s all natural. Just like breathing. Inhale, exhale.
You lose some things along the way. Sometime these are things that have been with you forever, things you never thought you’d part ways with. Years down the road, you look back and laugh, huhuhuhuh, because of how ridiculous that seems. Huhuhuhuh.
Did you just laugh? Maybe it’s because you can already see yourself, years down the road, looking back and laughing, huhuhuhuh, because of how ridiculous the things you have now seem. Whoa, trippy. Inhale, exhale.
Maybe those things encompass this one thing, which is how you see the world. You look out through glasses, maybe. You hate them, obviously. Maybe they make you look smart. Maybe they are a part of your identity. But underneath, you hate them, because they’re “extra.” You have to put them on. They are a handicap. No one likes that sort of thing. Years down the road, you laugh, huhuhuh, because you can’t believe how long you went without getting contact lenses. Just a thought. Maybe you don’t wear glasses. Maybe you just see the world through fear-tinted lenses. Years down the road, you laugh, huhuhuh, because of how easy it was to overcome your fears. Being dumb isn’t something to be afraid of, bro. It’s just the way smart people look at you. And after awhile, you won’t care how they look at you. You’ll just be who you are. It is what is, right, bro? Here. Take a puff. An imaginary puff, of this fucking killer joint. It’s a special blend, and it’s smooth as silk, bro.
Inhale, exhale. Holy fuck, bro, I mean, come on. Imagine that smoke just sauntering through your system, starting in your lungs. Then it’s suddenly in your veins. In your fucking muscles. Try tensing them, just a little, even if you don’t have a lot yet. (You will.) You can’t deny that squeezing them feels amazing. No, not squeezing.
Can you imagine how amazing it would feel if you had more muscle to tense? To flex? Sure you can. The Nu weed is helping out. Oh, I didn’t mention that this was Nu weed? Well, it is. It’s fucking good though, isn’t it, bro? You want another hit? Sure you do. It’s all yours.
They say pot is a gateway drug, and it is. It makes you look at the world differently. You can see things from another angle, you can re-evaluate. Different thoughts start floating into your mind. Maybe you’re in a store, and you’re walking through the electronics department. Maybe that gigantic, overwhelming wall of TVs has got the game on. The football game, bro. You’ve never really paid attention to it before, not really. It just kind of exists on the edges of your vision. You have other things to do in that store. But this time, it’s different, you’re attracted to it. Maybe it’s the colors, or the blur of motion as someone snaps the football across the wide green grass, you find your head turning, you find your eyes locking on. Maybe you stand there for a long time, maybe it’s just a couple of minutes. Maybe it’s only thirty seconds. But after the first second, bro, it’s all there. You chose to pay attention. And even if you walk away after thirty seconds, bro, you made the decision to turn, and to look. Like a catchy song you hear the chorus to just once, it’s stuck in your head, like a rock in your shoe, you feel it, all day, until you unlace your shoe, wobble on one foot, and shake it out.
How do you feel? Ask yourself, because I’m asking you. How’s the Nu weed feel? It’s nice to be high. A little fuzzy around the edges. A little like having your brain wrapped in cotton. Just muting it a little bit. Dampening thoughts that would ordinarily be painfully bright, like hot, violent sunlight reflecting off of brushed steel. Now it’s more like the dim light of a 40-watt bulb. Isn’t that so much better? I can’t blame you if you want it all the time, crave it all the time. Inhale, exhale. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your shoulders look so relaxed, bro. This is exactly what you needed, isn’t it? And you didn’t even know you needed it. Well, you knew you did, on some level, I’m sure, but you never expected to feel this way.
And it’s as easy as that. Letting go. And letting yourself grin. Man. You’re gonna fit right in.
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