Stupid Pothead Stories

There are so many things in this world that are enhanced by the weed.. I have said this before, movies, music, tv.. and VIDEOGAMES… yes sirree…

I grew up with everyone of the systems.. Pong, Atari, Intellevision, Nintendo’s, Sega, Playstations.. ok no xbox.. but i am a PS2 owner.

Like I have said before my house was the one everyone gathered at, my parents were cool, and my sister was always out with friends, and the basement at our home was all mine. My friends would come over, we would get high, and have tournaments.. always sports games, or like mortal kombat.. NHL hockey was a biggie of ours.. we would like play for hours and hours.. I remember many times I would have to kick the buddies out so I could shower and get ready for work, or school.. it sucked to be that tired. but a cat nap later, and the next night we would do it.

I was a big fan of the final fantasy games (YES HUGE GEEK) and would get high and play them.. now a days it pissses me off that people buy books, or look on the net for clues and help.. me i just like the torture of figuring things out for myself. I have never played any games on computer though, and I am sure there are some awsome ones. I just love my PS2… my wife, she hates it.. right now i am playing gran turismo 4, cause i like driving games..

Too all the gamers, and everyone else

Peace and smiles.

First I would like to thank everyone for the comments.. It is nice to hear that this is mindless drivil that some folks find entertaining..

Here is where I get all rightious on everyones ass about the positives of smoking weed, at least what it has done for me..

I never grew up in a house that was not tolerant of others of any kind.. My parents raised me to respect everyone from different cultures and colors. As my dad once said, worms and vultures don’t care what color you are after you are gone.. Of course growing up you tend to have many different influences, and I know i thought different things about stereotypes, some very true, some are not.

I have been blessed with opportunities to visit different places in my life, and have met and smoked with many a different people. One thing I have learned is that most people around this world have preconceived notions about places they have never been, or from the bad experiences they had with people they met. As a pot smoker people either tend to be really, really paranoid, or really laid back.. I have had my paranoid moments, when I thought I was getting busted, or someone broke into my home.. But most of the time I have been laid back ready to learn about the people I was hanging with. Sure I always thought the french were assholes who looked down on everyone else, and for the most part they have a certain cockyness, but so do americans. When I was in France, I hung out with a dude name Michele, and Nick.. good dudes, they would joke about me being a Yankee.. but we all learned that we were looking for the same thing…. to have fun, and get laid… It is like that all over the world, we just wanna have a good time, and get laid.. whether you are a one person, person, or like to play the field you like gettting some…

I love the world I was born into, are there things I would change, sure.. would everyone ever agree with what i think, no, and I would not agree with everything everyone else thinks. Do I hate someone becuase their belief’s differ from mine, I never have, and I never would. I just think that smoking with people through the years has made me look at people in a different way than if I had drank with the same people.. I am not saying pot is better than booze in any way, dont wanna offend the drinkers. I am saying for me, and my experiences drinkers tend to be a lot more aggressive, and ready to attack (with words and also fists). I have never seen a real attack with people smoking pots. Heated discussions, hell yeah, and most of them never make sense the next day..

I remember my brother in law, and a friend of mine were arguing about if the phone company can tell if there are more than the designated outlets in a home. (back when they cared how many you had) one said yes, the other said no.. it was funny because they both came to the same conclusion in their arguing, but they were coming from different angles…

Would wars stop happening if the world smoked a big fatty… well lets see Clinton smoked and he was fairly peaceful, and Bush Jr.. Drinker, and well Coke.. he is all about war… hmmm for get rep, or dem… I think I just figured it all out… you can tell which presidents were more drinkers or smokers… not that my politics mean anything.. I am neither rep, or dem.. just to say i vote with who i think will benifit my brothers and sisters better.. I am sure i lean more one way than another, but i would never label myself either or..

well enough about that,

have a great sunday

Peace and smiles

Unfortunatly sometimes work has to take precident over things you enjoy. I hated not having too much time too write some thoughts. Back in the day before marriage, and a mortgage, and actual work.. I had the time to take to things that were more fun. How life changes for us all… This darn growing up thing is kinda cool, but you do lose some fun…

Ok some memories about being not being the responsible dude I am today.. well lets talk about work, now for the most part I have been a pretty damn good employee for most of my life.. Just the jobs in between radio gigs is where I would have most of my fun. I remember my friend and I worked the greatest job on earth.. Telemarketing for a boiler room stock brokers. now all things considered this was 1987 and it was 12 bucks an hour.. really not too bad..

there was basically 2 shifts. from 930 am - 430 pm with a paid lunch, and from 6pm - 9 pm.. which was not really monitored by anyone.. it was not really organized, there were some leads of phone numbers you would get, but mostly it was business lists in order of profession.

For the most part we never met any of the brokers, just the business folks cause that is the floor we were on. My friend Todd and I go back years and years, a friend of ours told us to take the job cause it was a no brainer.. which really it was.. Not like today where there are scripts, and automation, and everyone hates telemarketers. We had it pretty good… as long as we told the people it was a free newsletter about investing and they said yes, we were cool.. there was not a real goal, but it was easier if you got around 50 people to say yes a week. well being on the phones, and having fun was the name of the game.. we were in an old downtown building, on the 12th floor.. my cubicle was just beside this old tired out broker, who was the most perverted man ever. Old Harry was his name… Todd and I always tried to get him to smoke with us for lunch. we never hid our pot headism.. it was not like you couldn’t smell it on us.. but fact of the matter this brokerage firm was not really legit to begin with, and we were producing pretty good leads for them.. well Old harry was not there that often.. but the first time i met him, he was in a white shirt and tie. sitting on his chair he leaned over to todd and I, and leaned forward a few times and asked us what he just did.. well me being a smart ass, said stretching the old bones.. he said nope, i just got laid 3 times.. Of course we were on the edge of our chairs wondering how this could possibly happen… he laughed and opened the back of his tie, and there was a picture sewn in of a lady spread eagle right there.. now i must say it was amusing the first time, but every other day for 3 months was about all i could handle…. then their was this dude mike.. one of those super cockey sounding dudes who you knew was just a total ass, but we was cool… there were a couple of other guys, but honestly they all kinda run together like one person, so no mentioning them here..

what was my point… ohh fucking around working while being high.. one day, i am thinking while calling people, hmmm what kinda person would actually want to read an investment letter… I leaned back lit up a smoke (the days of smoking at your desk were awsome) and took a look out the window.. well i see the steeple of a church in the background, and I think hmmm.. why not.. religion, who has more money to spend right… I called every religious thing in town, churches, mosques, synogoges, monestaries.. and i was doing good, i felt kinda bad, but all it took was smoking a fatty, and i was a machine.. I broke the record of letters in a day, week, month.. i was the king.. a few years later we went back to work cause I was in between gigs again, and I was still the champ.. a ledgend in the feild, they actually told stories about me, i am serious.. apparently I had become the greatest stock salesman of the company, and lived on an island taking a huge amount of money in from the company.. That is what they told them..

There was soo much smoking done in that room.. it was strange that no one really cared todd and I were sticking our heads out of the windows, smoking fatties.. but they would question why we always had brought in a bunch of candy during the day… though the night shifts were even better.. the office closed at 5 pm.. we got off the first shift at 4:30. and the 2nd shift was always volunteer.. and todd and I were usually the only ones who were interested.. we though 12 bucks an hour times 3 is 36 bucks, so what the fuck.. why not do it at least 4 days a week… besides we were just gonna hang out and do nothing anyways.. so we would sit, call people get some cards as they were called.. and toss shit out the window.. creamers, ketchup packs, soft stuff.. we would just party, have girls come up an visit.. what the hell.. funny thing is most everyone there knew what we were doing, but no body gave a shit.. we in a way were making them money, and we always had weed for them…

That was the most fun I had at a job I really did not like… I hate telemarketing, I hated calling people. but back then at least a lot would listen too ya.. today I would never ever do it… unless i could smoke all day..

ok enough rambling for me..

peace and smiles..

Wow it is 2006.. where has all the time gone. the past 20 years have been moving pretty damn quickly… I just don’t understand how it seems so fast..

I remember so many new years eves i was high for.. One in particular stands out. it was 1989, and I was hanging with some friends up at some dudes chalet we stayed in in Stowe VT.. The guy’s family was like Uber rich. I don’t know how, or who actually knew this guy.. but there was like 30 of us partying our asses off.. Listening too music.. Smoking, drinking, and other party stuff..

The dude was very very stiff, he needed to chill… A couple of us basically hooked him up with this girl all night, so he would pretty much be out of the picture.. There was also a bunch of ski bunnies, and ski dudes there which helped cause they had some pretty damn good smoke..

Well it was about 5 mintues too midnight, and of course kissing time… well i always had a tradition of lighting the first joint of the new year and smoking it.. soo i stood outside, lit the bitch up, and watched as the house dude and that girl going at it in the snow.. I had to salute him.. that is some damn cold shit.. but hey getting laid is getting laid right…..

Me every year, i have lit one up at 11:59.. my little tradition.. if anything I am a creature of habit…

This story went nowhere I know..

Peace and smiles..