You can take the smoke out of Beth, but you can't take the stoner out of Jeff...
We are going on nearly two weeks since I have last gotten stoned, and you know what friends? I have realized that I have not been alive for nearly three years. How tragic would shit have been if I wasn't a stoner? I have had a tragic three years, I have been eating too much and numbing every excrement that might come with forgetting your own first name at times. But, fuck, at the same time, I fucking miss it. I'm scared, I'm so scared to know what things look like from this angle. I hope this doesn't scare me into being a poet...
The comedy is, I am getting laid, I don't have to lose weight unless I want to, and shit that used to seem really fucking important, doesn't make me as manic as I once thought was normal. Oh, and I'm going to have health insurance for one of the first times in my life, which means I can chip a tooth and break my finger right now, and I get free sirens.
I'm going to go beat up Whitney Houston, now, just because I CAN!
talk to you soon,
(still kicking it)baby bison
