So I'm like, Heyy man, and he's like, heyy maaan -- adds a 'g' even at the end making it sound like maaang, what's a maang, maan, I ask, and he's like you tell me maaan, and I know he's high. But then so am I so what's all the fuss.
The room's steamy with all the cbd-thc-wax. There's a rumor -- no doubt bullshit -- that wax vapes are like bad for you and they'll like freeze on your lung alveoli and give you pneumonia or shit, and I'm like, yeahhh so you think inhaling all this paper smoke into your lungs is fine? Heyy, I don't consider weeds to be drugs or whatever alright, they're decriminalized and legal in all the reasonable states, as the large advertisement boards outside the airport and all major train stations will remind you, but like, being legal doesn't suddenly make it like... angel...farts... or something yannowhatimsayin? Like it's still wood, it's still fire, there's gonna be soot, you're gonna likely shorten your life because you're having fun acting like a jackass -- harmless but a jackass nonetheless -- right now and you're just gonna pretend that's never gonna happen and you're gonna be so fuckin fine man, and death is death anyway, and ignore that forever? Yeah, okay whatever, but dontcha come running to be when you're on your deathbed running out of your breath (haa, yasee what I did there?) cursing the day you smoked like, who knows howmanyfucking ounces (yes, people are smoking Ounces!) of doobies! And that's when you'll be so sad maybe the vapes were a better idea but the lack of foresight could be attributed to the fact that you were blazed as hellll I guess. Doobies, lol, that word needs to make a comeback, fucking love doobies the word. Weed itself is like ... fine. It's great but nothing to write home about, unless you're in the weed business if you get my gist.
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