TCAHR - Better Living Through Memetics Issue 22 Indulging Reefer Madness 03/12/01 ------------------------------------------------------------ I'm going to start this one off by saying this article isn't for everyone. There's a bunch of idiots running around that think doing drugs and having sex are a form of rebellion. That's bullshit. I don't mind people doing drugs or having sex, but the morons who feel like telling me everytime they do pop a pill or get their dicks sucked thinking they're impressing me are fucking poseur trash. I am not going to say "you're hardcore" and welcome them into a brotherhood of imagined coolness because they indulged in making themselves feel good. What's wrong with you people? Fuck you and go away. They gone? Okay, the rest of you can read. This article is specifically for those who have never done marijuana, but are giving positive or negative lip service. The first two times I did pot were while I was doing open mic readings in Chicago's "No Exit Cafe" of underground fame. Note to tourists: the No Exit has been brought out and now has the feel of a Starbucks wanna-be. Do not be fooled into thinking this is the old No Exit full of pagans, hippies, poets, and anarchists playing go and be-boping to jazz. Those days are long gone. Avoid this place at all costs! I digress. Anyway those two times were in a dank basement with people I met at the readings. I felt like an absolute poseur. Doing weed, reading and discussing poetry; all the while someone was banging on a bongo drum. I didn't feel anything while smoking. In fact, looking at the situation I was in, I felt like a total ass. That was three years ago. Intellectually, I am pro-marijuana. If you read all the hippie propaganda crap and the government bullshit line, eventually you come up with a nice wishy-washy opinion. I've always stood by my own as-long-as-they-play-nicely, wishy- washy opinion. I could now quote all those marijuana statistics which both sides of the issue throw about. I now realize there's a big difference in talking about dope and doing dope. So I'm not here to wow you with a logical rant meant to destroy your ideas about marijuana. I'm just here to state marijuana is really fucking good. Last night at an associate's home, I decided to indulge myself. I have never felt so relaxed in my life! As you can imagine from reading some of my articles, Jet Jaguar is a very opinionated, arrogant, and angry individual. This is not an act, I carry my neurotic and psychotic memes everywhere I go. Last night was the first time in a very long while that I was able to just chill out. My body slackened and the knots which seemed to be a permanent part of my neck and back disappeared. I was almost convinced that the curls in my hair actually became softer. A nice numbness that tickled the back of my knees came over me. Getting up from the couch wasn't even an option. Contrary to the rumors I believed, my mind was still capable of logic and I was able to have an decent coversation. I was able to follow the storyline of "Dogma"; the movie which was playing on the television. However, all of the self- censoring and checking which my mind usually occupies itself with were gone. Even better than that, I didn't feel the need to speak. I spoke when I wanted to and I shut the fuck up when I wanted to as well. I was under no compulsion to impress or entertain anyone. I felt an incredible sense of well-being last night which still lingers on my body as I type this. Unlike booze, which feels like a dirty and erratic high to me, I feel incredibly clean. Plus I feel no horrid after-effects. I've been quite civilized all day. Actually, I've been better than civilized; I've been happy. So does that mean Jet will be getting stoned every week? HELL NO! I like being tense and prepared for battle. Being programmed into a lifestyle which has lead me to the experiences of being a petty thug, a rabble-rouser, a skin, a soldier, and a bouncer has left me a little paranoid and inclined to violence. It keeps me from getting too complacent. I like the feeling of being more predator than prey. Still, even a modern-day social monster needs to relax sometime. I feel very, very good in knowing that there's something out there to take the edge off someone like me once in awhile. Reading my anti-social qualifications above, aren't you happy that it's out there as well? ------------------------------------------------------------ tcahr@hotmail.com Copyright 2001