y’all i gotta say i was so anti-drug for the longest goddamn time. i was trash, i looked down on people who smoked weed and shit and thought they were the worst, let my upper middle class aunts and uncles convince small-town me that weed is for drop outs and losers.
never mind that i am now a dropout, that’s beside the point. i’m doing okay with my own place and my own car and a steady job, fuck you very much family.
but damn at some point i just got curious after a lifetime of being a shithead and the first time i smoked weed i got way too fucking high. i thought i was dying. it was the worst.
and then i was like “well…. people like this??? so obviously i’m not doing it right. so let’s try it again.”
and the first time i just had a plain old average high i laughed my ass off because what the fuck. that’s it? that’s what’s illegal? being a little munchy and a little hungry and a little sleepy and thinking dumb shit is funny?
and then i realized: i’m a retired pharmacist’s kid. i’ve been on meds all my life. marijuana replaced my sleeping pills. marijuana replaced my stomach medications. marijuana mellowed out my self-harm OCD. marijuana allowed me to cut back on my anxiety medication a little bit. marijuana treated my nausea, my insomnia, and my chronic pain.
and in a country with a multi-billion dollar per year pharmaceutical industry, that is why marijuana is illegal. in a country that has multi-billion dollar clothing and paper industries based on cotton and wood pulp, that is why hemp is shunned.
it’s not about the munchies, y’all.
it’s about the goddamn money.