In high school I was all about legalizing weed, because it’s better for you than alcohol, has been shown to stunt cancer growth, is good for chemo, glaucoma, and pain patients, nobody has ever died from it, the argument that it’ll get you addicted to other drugs is superfluous and plain dumb, it enhances creativity, calms people down, makes people happy, people should have the right to alter their state of mind if it does not negatively affect others, and it is not physically addictive.

Now, I don’t care quite as much because I realized we have much bigger problems, and I can just smoke it anyway, illegally. And that’s what I did on the 20′th, 4/20, global weed day, at 4:20pm. I ended up going alone because none of my friends were available, so I just walked down around 4:15, took a walk around, smoked a joint at 4:20, and walked back home. Clearly dangerous illegal activity.

There were at least two thousand people there. It’s hard to tell, but it was actually really uplifting. People there are happy, they smile at you and make eye contact. Everyone there knows that everything is ok, at least at that moment, and it’s a beautiful thing.

Plus it’s always fun to feel like you’re doing something naughty. Being on GOVERNMENT GROUNDS with POLICE all around and lighting up a joint feels rebellious, it feels right. It was just a great display of the human spirit, fighting against repression and all that. I know. Like I said, there are more important things than weed, but it’s nice to see people caring about something.

Man was I fucked up when I walked back home across the bridge.

Peace