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August 6, 2008

I’m growing dope

I’m thinking about quitting drinking (drinking). It would be hard if i don’t switch over to weed. But switching over to weed isn’t too hard, so I’m gonna do that. I’ m even gonna grow my own. It’s legal here in this state. If you get a prescription. So I’m thinking of what to tell the doctor.

“I’ve got a wicked drinking problem. I brought it with me from the East Coast. I think I can shake it if I start smoking weed.” And of course the Davis graduate is gonna write me out a prescription for “soul searching weed”. I love California!

I’m gonna grow weed. I’m gonna try it. When I get drunk I WANT to drive. I WANT to fight. I give some women some very unnecessary attention. I trip over myself. When I’m high, I’m home on the couch, thinking about my taxes. Who could convict me?

5 Comments

  1. I hate drunks.

    I worked for eighteen and a half years as a doorman in every type of bar, club and shit hole. Eventually it even cured me of my own drinking.

    But I’d take ten functional drunks over one boring, whiny, lazy, TV watching, do nothin’, couch potato, think I’m funny and oh so much smarter than everybody else, fucking shit head, waste of space stoner.

    Wankers.

    Comment by Poll — August 6, 2008 @ 10:36 pm

  2. I could help distribute the surplus for a nominal fee!

    Comment by Doug — August 7, 2008 @ 10:52 am

  3. yeah now doug has the right idea, charge you to get rid of your excess weed.

    Comment by al — August 7, 2008 @ 1:58 pm

  4. i gotta stop making myself look stupid. People are starting to believe it.

    Comment by Rolston — August 7, 2008 @ 2:03 pm

  5. make sure you go hydroponic.

    Comment by al — August 8, 2008 @ 5:04 am

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