Oh, now I know what I meant about lying: it was a riff on your comment re the police reading our accounts, jl.
Nice description, extra medium...
JLNobody wrote:Lying, Osso? Are you referring to my claim to respectability now?
LW, I wonder. You mention a seacoast restaurant. Is that the one up the hill at Malibu? Just stretching. I wonder what fond memories and synchronicities our New York A2kers could conjure.
It was the restaurant right on the beach and a year or two later it was washed out by high tide and high surf (El Nino). I don't remember a restaurant on a hill -- I just did a lighting job in Malibu in a house on the water (two doors down from Tom Hanks).
Quote:A splendid time was had by all, on that magic rug. Next morning, Alcohol's head pounded with a hangover as Pot ate a big breakfast and then continued to spread the love vibrations in final victory.
I've posted this elsewhere (maybe on, like, page one or something), but here goes again...
Quote:I GOT STONED & MISSED IT by Shel Silverstein
I was sitting in my basement.
I just rolled myself a taste
Of something green and gold and glorious
To get me through the day.
Then my friend yelled through the transom
"Grab your coat and get your hat son,
There's a nut down on the corner,
Givin' dollar bills away"
But I laid around a bit
Then I had another hit.
Then I rolled myself a bauma.
Then I thought about my mama.
Then I fooled around, played around
jacked around a while and then
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and it rolled right by.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
It took seven months of urgin'
Just to get that local virgin
With the sweet face
Up to my place
To fool around a bit.
Next day she woke up rosy,
And she snuggled up so cozy.
When she asked me how I liked it,
Lord it hurts me to admit,
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and it rolled right by.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
I'm makin' no excuses
For the many things I uses
Just to sweeten up my relationships
And brighten up my day.
When my earthly race is over
And I'm ready for the clover
And they ask me how my life has been
I guess I'll have to say,
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and it rolled right by.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned and I missed it.
I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
Patio,
That's a great poem...Shel Silverstein, eh...I think he wrote a book of children's poetry called "Where the sidewalk ends" that I loved as a child.
Yeah, that's him. And it ain't no pome, it's a rock and roll song. There were a bunch of 'em. Look for his album, if you ever find it. Hysterical songs, and the music's pretty good, too.
Shel was also a cartoonist for Playboy, y'know.
Pot vs. Alcohol
Why in god's name is alcohol legal and pot is not? You never hear of a stoned drivier running a red light and killing a family of 4. Nope. That guy was stuck at that red light for...ever. Just sittin' there....thinkin'...man, how cool stoplights are....
i'm new to this message board thing so forgive me if i mess up somehow lol...
anyhoo, i think that pot vs. alcohol is all a matter of personal preference. their effects are so different, but they both have pros and cons. everyone can go back and forth saying that pot is better for you than alcohol or vice versa, but they're both bad for you
in excess. and that's the key phrase, because in moderation i think both of them are okay. and the arguement that people are mellow when they are smoking and people are violent when they are drinking is very stereotypical and i agree that it generalizes the two. people react to the different drugs in so many ways, you can't say one drug is one way because there will always be an exception.
that being said, i'd rather light a bowl than drink a beer. but that's me... so hey, instead of arguing which is better, let's all either pass the peace pipe or raise our glasses (or both) to having a good time
Great perspective, Sativa. Welcome aboard.
Lets just play a little game for a second here, eh?
In the blank provided, place one of the following two words:
STONED or DRUNK
1. Man gets _____ , kills wife in argument
2. Man gets _____ , stabs man at party
3. Man gets _____ , beats children, causes brain damage
4. Man gets _____ , leads police in car chase, crashes and kills three
5. Man gets _____ , passes out in puddle of own vomit, dies
5. Man gets _____ , watches movie with friend, debates for an hour over the existance of God, eats box of cookies, falls asleep on couch
I think you know what side of the fence I fall on here.
JustanObserver wrote:Lets just play a little game for a second here, eh?
In the blank provided, place one of the following two words:
STONED or DRUNK
1. Man gets _____ , kills wife in argument
2. Man gets _____ , stabs man at party
3. Man gets _____ , beats children, causes brain damage
4. Man gets _____ , leads police in car chase, crashes and kills three
5. Man gets _____ , passes out in puddle of own vomit, dies
5. Man gets _____ , watches movie with friend, debates for an hour over the existance of God, eats box of cookies, falls asleep on couch
I think you know what side of the fence I fall on here.
And I think you know that I agree with you completely.
Man is giant egg, falls on hard side of fence. All king's horses, men, can't put man together.
I'm not sure what that means, Patiodog.
Am I drunk, or stoned?
No, I was asking you which one I am. Doesn't matter. Dumb joke. Carry on.
1. I know.
2. I know.
3. Mine was dumb, too.
4. I'm trying.
The only problem I have with either of these drugs is when people try to operate heavy machinery (drive) while under their influence.
I'd say pot is much more dangerous - because of the massive government penalties! I stay away from it (not that I'm really into drugs anyway, I drink on occasion) mainly because it could easily land me in jail or I could loose my job. Of course, doing too much of any drug is unhealthy.
Are the laws misproportionate? Absolutely. Am I still going to follow them? Yes! They affect me whether they are reasonable or not.
In a district near where I live, a judge once sentenced a man to life in prison for smoking pot, to make an example of him. All I have to say is, if the drug is that bad, wouldn't it be its own punishment?
Just one moment, Kicky and Observer. What kind of cookies?
White Chocolate and Macedamia nut cookies, of course! Mmmm, yummy!
Cookies, today I had the world's best cookies. Oh, you didn't want to know?
Oh, well.
(Emporio Rulli, I went to two of them yesterday, not easy to do.)
And, if they're not the world's best cookies, I'd like data to sustain argument against that.
She says, who stayed at a miserable motel a block away in the SF Marina area and just tripped on Rulli's new place near by, which I must say is some kind of manifestation for the Just, ahem.
And then I drove, oh, ten miles north, over the Golden Gate bridge and then some, and got lost with my rental car on Mt. Tamalpais in a certain canyon, and still somehow landed at my friends' house where they had, among other treasures awaiting me, some Emporio Rulli cookies. I am not kidding here, they are serious cookies, she says, frowning. That was all after I drove downhill in a giveitup phase and went to the main Larkspur street and went into Rulli and asked for a phone and then change and they sent me to the phone in front of the library, which did work, thus setting up my actual arrival at friends' great house. Great, as you will remember, for having cookies waiting for me from Rulli, among other features. So there, that is Rulli times three, in one day.
(I guess I should mention I left home three days before without my cell phone, in one of those probably significant psycholoical acts, cellphonedropsy.)
