High Times

[Re: "Take me to your dealer," Nov. 15] Wow. I never thought the
Mirror would openly
publish a story about pot smoking from one of its columnists-but they did.

And I for one celebrate this. Honestly, I don't think I've read
anything that resembles so closely how I sometimes feel when I abuse
the almighty ganja. I started smoking about a year ago and I'm 36. I
too was of the "non-smoking militant" sort until I dared to try it out
and was eternally glad I did. If you're anything like I am, dorky, a
bit strange and definitely not one to fit in, you're probably as
stressed an individual as I am. In fact, you probably bite your nails
as if your life depended on it-like it's a bloodsport-like I do as
well. If it is the case (and if not, I apologize for assuming) then
you probably have acknowledged that as well as the incredibly pleasing
effects this substance has, it is appeasing and oh so unbelievably
relaxing.

I'm also quite pleased you listed some of your activities while under
the influence. I have no clue if it is a widespread template of
"things to do while you're high off your motherf*ing arse" but I can't
personally think of better things to do than what you wrote.

To paraphrase any pothead or, hell, me for that matter: dude, you,
like, totally nailed it, man. I mean, like absolutely as if you could
read my mind, man. Now where did I put my dealer's number?

P.S.: I wrote this at work, sober. I thought I should point that
out.

Anonymous