Every time I turn around, Trump has signed another bill or made another proposal, or has even reached out to everybody and his brother for a conference.
WTF?
He didn’t do this much in the entire four years of his first presidency.
I want to think that is a good thing, but part of me has one eye open to check for the back door reason and the ulterior motive of gaining back some of the wealth he lost.
Weed versus alcohol.
In a perfect world, both could be consumed daily for our entire lifetime and we would suffer no health consequences whatsoever.
But no.
Whenever I hear of another story about the harmful effects of smoking pot, I sit and remember all the people that have died from smoking tobacco and compare that number to how many have died from smoking pot.
Tobacco kills over eight million people annually. Over a million of that number didn’t smoke themselves, but endured second-hand smoke from others.
No recorded death has ever been directly attributed to smoking pot or the use of THC, the active ingredient and the reason we smoke pot in the first place.
It feels good.
I still miss drinking alcohol, but as I sit here now, six years removed from my last drink, I look down at what was once my beautiful left leg replaced by a stump preventing me from ambulating at all and NOTHING was worth losing my lower leg.
I came by it honestly.
There are old films shot in 9mm showing a typical house party at (insert Aunt or Uncle’s name here) house with us kids getting a fair share of screen time. You can see me, a toddler, joyfully bouncing from one pregnant relative to another in a cloudy roomful of cigarette smoke and I am picking up beers and drinks left and right.
That’s just how it was in the fifties.
I went the total opposite way from smoking tobacco.
I grew to despise it even though, ironically, I spent a lot of my life playing music in clubs and bars where the smoke was an occupational hazard.
I was a sickly child when we moved to Japan and I hated the fact that both parents (mother and stepfather) were chain smokers.
Remember those swimming pool-sized ceramic ashtrays that dominated every coffee table?
Full.
Every day.
I only tried it one time at a party when I was thirteen and I tell that story in one of my previous blogs, so check out my archived posts when you get a chance.
It cost me a lot of beautiful possible girlfriends starting in Junior High. No matter how good-looking or how great a body they possessed, smoking cigarettes was a total dealbreaker.
No exceptions.
I thought it was very selfish of my parents to subject me to cigarette smoke in our small Czech car where we could barely fit the four of us. It would end up costing me my relationship with my mother.
Weed versus tobacco?
No contest.
Weed by a landslide.
Check out this old Eagles song:
Stay well.
