Like midweek drinking, smoking weed just doesn't have the same sense of freedom to it like it used to. The days of driving around the countryside sharing a joint with your friends and singing crazily to pop music, pretending you were flying, and laughing for three hours over something none of you can even remember just hasn't got the same appeal anymore. Getting stoned at 25 means feeling tired, forgetting to do things like feed your cat, lacking motivation when you're at work, and eating a whole bunch of food which you can't afford. Like mussels.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
