I never had many friends in elementary school. I found myself an outcast in middleschool, and subject to all kinds of verbal abuse. These experiences, I believe, scarred me, warped my mind, turned me hard, cold, bitter, psychotic, and blinded by an intense hatred/distrust of humanity. It seemed by high school, my only resolve in life was to inflict pain and suffering upon all I encountered.
Mary Jane changed everything for me. She made me realize that the only person I was really hurting was myself. I still don't trust people that much, but I've learned to cope by keeping them at arms length.
Before I started smoking I didn't really question why marijuana was criminalized. Even while smoking, I didn't really think about it much....that is, until my mother caught me smoking. Naturally, this set off a spark of rebellion inside me, and made me want to smoke even more. And the more I did it, the better it felt to get high. My newfound "vice" exposed me to the underground drug culture community college. I met all sorts of interesting characters: stoners, liberal arts students/professors, chain smokers, drug dealers, addicts, lowlifes, and even fellow high-strung business/technology majors. It was a real eye-opener for me; it made me realize I wasn't the only social outcast on the planet. Turns out, many of these "losers" had been pushed around by "the man" much the same way.
I no longer hate humanity as a whole, and though my faith in humanity sometimes wavers, I ultimately blame "the system" for making otherwise innocent people into mindless monsters. Finally, I began to question the government's "War on Drugs." It seemed, hollow, fake, and corrupt. So I decided to do some research. Lo and behold, I soon discovered to truth:
Criminalization was never about keeping drugs off the street and out of hands of minors. It was simply a means to protect industries from competition. The US government has been making shady deals with some of Latin Americas most notorious drug cartels for years now. As if to add further insult to injury, I now know that marijuana is criminalized because big industries like tobacco, lumber, and petroleum felt threatened by the potential for industrial hemp. That's right, folks, marijuana is illegal because Uncle Scam cares more about big industry than the health and well-being of the people.
I'm sure most of you here know all about the whole "Reefer Madness" craze, and how the government went out of its way to promote racist propaganda claiming that "Black men smoke marijuana because it makes them think they are as good as a white man."
That last bit alone is enough reason for me personally to keep smoking. Every time I light up, I like to imagine I'm taking a shit all over that bigoted white bastard who had the nerve to write that racist bullshit. Just imagining that makes my high feel all the more satisfying!
So in conclusion, I would like to give thanks and praise unto our Lady Mary Jane for lifting the misguided hatred from my soul, and showing me who to true enemy is....
Blaze it and Praise it....Fuck the System!
