Saw Patrick Kennedy last night on MSNBC, practically in tears again pleading that marijuana not be legalized, not even medical. It’s a gateway drug, another drug for our children to fall victim to, etc.–the same old shite we’ve had to listen to since the ‘60s.
He was pitted against some doctor on the side of legalization, presumably, but whatever tack he was taking got lost in a puffed up personal exchange with crybaby Kennedy.
So let’s put this jack-off down once and for all. Just because Pattycakes couldn’t hold his pot, it means those of us who can should remain criminals? Because kids might do it, responsible adults shouldn’t?
I know and you know many, many people who’ve smoked dope every day since the ‘60s, and they ain’t dopes. Nope, they’re people in the absolute highest positions in their fields. The worst it does to them is get them through their day, maybe even makes them laugh at something they might not have found funny, maybe gave them a brilliant idea.
But look. I know where Kennedy’s coming from. When I was a kid there wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t shoot. Heroin, morphine, speed, Darvon. I sniffed everything from Testors glue to Freon to Oven Guard to PAM to gasoline. I’d gobble down any pill in front of me and was so high at a rock festival I took both acid and psylocibin and didn’t get off on either of them. When I finally landed in the state mental hospital, they said they didn’t know what my eye color was for two months. And you’re right if you guessed that my gateway was…alcohol.
So I can appreciate that it was a problem for Kennedy and commend him for cleaning himself up and doing what he needs to do to stay healthy and productive. And no way I’m encouraging anyone to do what I did or do—especially Darvon, if they still make it: It blows out your veins, kids.
Indeed, I went clean myself for two years after I got out of the hospital. I refer to them as “The Lost Years.” But don’t get me wrong! I rarely really do drugs anymore outside of prescription. If I smoke pot, it’s no more than a hit or two at a time. A line or two of coke if I get lucky. I’ll drink like a fish if it’s in front of me. But I never buy any of it. I’m a freelance writer and don’t have that kind of money—and as you can see if you’re reading this, I got work to do.
But it’s not for me to talk for anyone else, unless it’s a problem. And if it’s not a problem, it’s not a problem.
I won’t say this about anything else, but I’ve yet to see any conclusive evidence that there’s any harm to health from smoking marijuana, and we’ve all seen plenty of good it does for those who are sick. And there are millions, probably billions, who smoke it responsibly. And the trillions wasted on the failed War on Drugs have wrecked not only us, but other countries that we’ve interfered with…and…and….
But enough of stating the obvious.