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Marlboro Man...you will be the death of me.
Ugh, I have so many bad habits.
I am...a wondering soul looking for the edge of the universe.
I am...an indefinite thought searching for the meaning of eternity.
Eh...whatever that means. Lates
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| I am quitting marijuana today. From now on this is my daily quitting journal until December 10th. For every day that I did not blaze, I'm going to write a blog here.
Haha It's already.....
DAY 17
It's times like these you learn to live again, spoken by the Foo Fighters. My world was smitten by the wisdom words of Incubus, the Foo Fighters, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers. I have so much guilty pleasures for musik, that I would never admit to, haha.
Summer flash back. I remembered the first time we got caught smoking weed by the PO-lice. 15 heads, shit load of hard liquor, an 8th of herbs, and the legendary gravity bong Vortex. All the girls were half drunk screaming and dancing, and the guys, the potheads were high AND drunk. If you ever lived in Monterey Park, you would know that there's a discrete party spot by the hills where you have to walk up 88 steps to get to a mini park. Well I guess it wasn't really a spot after all, because the cops came with the flashy flashy and threatening questions like " What da fuck are you guys doing here?".
You see 15 people loud and drunk as fuck, and all of a sudden they're all sober, acting like they're all honor students or something haha. I wanted to crack up but the cops started to pull all the guys out, searched one by one and have us sit in a row, hands crossed in the back. They started to threaten us by telling us shit about regulations, how many laws we've just broken..public disturbance, open liquor, possession of weed,.blah blah blah.. Errr fuck!...am I going to jail tonight? Eh fuck, who's got the weed? I know I don't have it...Laggy does.. but he looks calm..so it's probably kool...
The cop broke my train of thoughts with the million dollar question..
"Now I'm gonna ask y'all this just once, who's got the weed?"
and then I told him " Nobody sir, we smoked it all."
"So if I find weed on any of you, you're gonna take the blame for it right?"
Yes, Mr.white man, we smoked that shit good, we smoked it like that there's no tomorrow. But I'm not gonna anwser you because you're not gonna find any weed, and you have a bald spot on top of your head sir.
They couldn't find the weed that night, so they told us to get the fuck out of there.
Either that or it's because they don't have enough handcuffs and patrol cars for 15 people.
Laggy is so smart sometimes when it comes to getting busted. He had the herbs inside an empty cigarette box, and he tossed it like its just trash when the cop told him to stand up hands in the back and spread his legs.
They never even looked at that cigarette box full of sin.
It's times like these you learn to live again, spoken by the Foo Fighters.
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| I am quitting marijuana today. From now on this is my daily quitting journal until December 10th. For every day that I did not blaze, I'm going to write a blog here.
CLEAN & SOBER ON DAY 12, 13, 14
And now it's......
DAY 15
One night after work, I drove down to the shores where we used to lay our heads onto the sand, where we used to count the UFOs and signaled them with lighters. We would walk on the beach in our bare feet, we would wrestle next to the sunrise. We were both 18, and it felt so right.
Nothing is the same but I know there's a piece of you that's still here with me.
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
And I...wish you were here
My past is tied to you and marijuana, and so is yours. If only I knew marijuana for you would become the gateway drug to meth, to coke, to k, to cheating, If only I knew Kelly...If only I knew...
I am sorry...I couldn't pull you away from the drugs.
I am sorry...I couldn't help fighting off the devil in your head.
I wasn't mature enough, I didn't know how to help you with your mental conditions.
You've been raised in limitations, but that glove never fit quite right.
I don't regret anything, because I'm always looking forward..
But god I am sorry, I couldn't help but feeling like I've left you behind to rot.
I've tried my best, I really did, to the point where I feel so helpless.
And now all is in the past, with all that I am I just wish you the best...
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I am quitting marijuana today. From now on this is my daily quitting journal until December 10th. For every day that I did not blaze, I'm going to write a blog here.
DAY 11
NO I have not been blazing, I was just too busy to update for the past 3 days. The good thing is, I think my attitude towards smoking weed is really different now, both mentally and physically. I've been keeping myself occupied ,and being productive on top of things. It's pretty pathetic that I wasn't able control the urge, but now I feel like I don't need to smoke weed at all. No one can really force you to do things that you don't want to do, you only do it when you choose to. Now I chose not to smoke that herb; I've already smoked enough, I've experienced my best times and worse times smoking marijuana, and I'm done with it. 
I don't really think about it at all these couple of days. It's probably because I am more focus on things I should be doing, or it could be that nose injury I had a few days ago. I fell down the stairs in my house the other day and bang my nose onto the railing and shit. I was bleeding like a twat. Well anyway, maybe it was a punishment from God...or Buddha...I couldn't really tell which one of 'em pushed me.
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| I am quitting marijuana today. From now on this is my daily quitting journal until December 10th. For every day that I did not blaze, I'm going to write a blog here.
DAY 8
In case you haven't notice, I skipped the journal for 2 days. But yea, I'm not gonna start from day 1 again. I'm just gonna have to write on this until the 10th now instead of the 5th. FUCK...I'm not gonna lied, it feels good to be high again but..FUCK!......... maybe I should just toss Bob away. Nah, I'm going to donate it to salvation army.
Kids, if you're thinking about smoking weed, think twice and shit.
One time I ask this girl out to hang out, I was trying to ask her to the movies because I kinda like her. But yea, I don't know why I blazed right before I picked her up. And we ended up just getting a drink because I was too high. Well this is not really an inspiring story for you to not smoke weed, but I'm trying to say that when smoking weed becomes a habit, you tend to lose the urge to set your priorities straight. And when you don't care about your priorities, you won't be able to do things right.
Fuck, I guess I'm saying this to myself, not the kids.
That night after we were done hanging out, I smoked some more weed. That's how bad having the habit of smoking weed is, you do it all the time, and you don't care about shit.
I know it's time for me to grow up and do things right, that's why I'm trying to quit. Well I'm still trying to, so bare with me.
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