But really people, I went from being just like everyone else to a total drug addict and the only thing that changed was geography. Back home when the clock struck 4:20 you knew that it meant one or more of the people in your direct vicinity were having the same thought as you. Sparking lighters, and coughing lungs. Now, I celebrate 4:20 privately and awkwardly on my front stoop alone, or if it’s raining, you can find me with my head hung out the side of my bathroom window blowing smoke into the night sky. I don’t mind smoking alone. In fact, it generally gets me into a really creative space. My problem comes with the way people here have been labeling me for it.
People here in the NYC Tri-state area keep themselves pacified with vodka, wine, beer, schnapps… almost any alcohol you can name can be found in almost every store. Gas stations, grocery stores, and baby supply chains. It’s like they want me to be drunk, or that I have to be drunk to survive here. I agree with needing some form of assistance for this lifestyle; no trees to hug or mountains to climb. There’s almost nothing to do but get sloshed. But why then New Yorker’s, do I get the stink eye for being a pothead, while all you functioning alcoholics continue to live in piles of your own filth?
I didn’t want to bring this up, but honestly, you guys here in NYC know that we have Internet and planes now, right?! There’s no real need for you to live on top of each other and destroy this disgusting little corner of the earth. I’m sure this place had some beautiful landscaping before everyone arrived. I wouldn’t know though, because I honestly haven’t seen a tree in two months. Also, isn’t it going to be underwater in 10 years anyway? Does Greenland literally have to turn green for anyone to make a evac plan?