I don't regularly smoke pot. Not anymore, anyway. There's some weird tainted shit out there these days. Hardly the weed of my youth, that's for sure! Okay, yes, I'll admit to having indulged even in recent years from time to time, but very rarely and only when I know firsthand the source. Trust me, one single most unpleasant PCP-laced experience even from 1984 makes one a bit wary forever. Still I do miss it, what can I say? The Zig-Zags, the roach clips, the bongs. Laughing, everything funny, the munchies. Good times. But I'm much more responsible now, of course. So my point here is in truth to simply validate my overall personal betterment and growth. And to also confess my backsliding this evening. I'm a little bit stoned, but to my credit just by a toke or two is all. Or maybe a few. The guy I was with is coming back over, too. On his way now. I don't really like him much and I think I pissed him off because he's a Republican and I went off on a Geor...