Furibundum

I heard this song played today for the first time in a coon's age. Always a special one on my reminiscing playlist, it's what happened to be playing on the radio when I smoked my first ever joint. Memories. I was in the back seat, my friend Martha and her then boyfriend of the day were up front. He liked the ganja and I was only a teenager, and we sometimes tend to try out new stuff around that time, you know. So anyway, we were on our way to my other friend Cheryl's high school's production of Fiddler on the Roof . I remember nothing about the show, other than that I found it extraordinarily funny until I couldn't hold back and we were eventually tossed out because of my laughing out loud. Good times. The plus side is we then could swing by the 7-11 and stock up on some much-needed munchies. I've always been a mess, still am carrying on though. The boyfriend's name was also Doug, and he drove an AMC Hornet. Don't even know why I remember that. Tomorrow ...

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...