guy standing outside 7-Eleven shouted “damn, look at all that hair!” as i walked by, so i whipped around ready to snap at him. it was a completely bald guy holding an iced coffee who sighed and said, “it all goes downhill after 27.”
confused, i just said “praying for you man” and got in my car…
There's a difference between enjoying weed and needing weed to escape every uncomfortable feeling. That's probably the conversation we should be having more. Not “weed is evil” or “weed is harmless,” but why somebody feels like they can't sit with their own thoughts unless they're high. That distinction matters, doesn't it?
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock tattoo of a cobra... sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don't exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive