Some of the best days of my life were when I was either smoking cannabis or may have been around people who were. Some sort of residual effect. But now I can't do that and don't fight it. The glory days were nice though.
Some of my best memories seem to be cannabis infused. Later on thinking that the secret may have been some dosage of marijuana that enhanced everything. Things romanticized like childhood. Everything amplified.
I remember living at memaw's house. I remember seeing Munich Germany. I remember the VCU campus. I remember middle school.
I remember the first time I smoked weed what that was like. Feeling like I was in a movie. Having a fantasy. Daydreaming.
Now I can't do that anymore. I deduce that I must keep my military benefits. Thus it's not worth it to smoke anymore. So those days are gone.
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