Stoned Thoughts: Weed is Therapy

So I just got home from work in a BADDDDDDDD mood. Like the Scorpio in me was like... I HOPE someone says some crazy shit to me so I can let them know what I really think.

5 minutes later, this dude that I've never actually met in person, asked me for 100 dollars. First of all, the only thing aside from bills that I spend 100 or more dollars on, singularly is weed. So for a stranger to ask me that... the scorpio in me was like...fuck. him. Up!!!

(Again, random bad mood)

So my first step in my verbal assault before I tell him to go fucking fuck himself with with a fucking dildo, I decided to send him a link to TLC's No Scrubs.

As I awaited his reaction, I took a smooth drag from my Marley bong.. then another hit (never forget to double tap)

Then I sat and asked myself, "what are you actually mad about, because based on the meditations you've practiced this week, anger is a result of one allowing themselves to be controlled by the actions of others. So again, what are you actually mad about?"

I reflected on my day and realized that it was actually a pretty good day. Nothing bad happened, nothing irritating even happened. The dude asking for money, while stupid, is nothing to get angry about.

So I took another hit. Kicked off my shoes and turned on Incubus radio.

Now I'm butterflies and ponies.

I swear idiots owe my dealer a fruit basket or something.