Brain fart

I had a stoner moment today. Not to imply that I am such a devout stoner, so to speak. I know far too many people who are far more worthy of the title than lil' ol' me, but I have imbibed in my fair share of good ol' ganja.So I was on my way home on the Tram (It's like a train, except more caterpillar-like) from errands and such when I saw on the side of this chick's bike: "Gottfried". The first thing that comes to my dope-deprived mind is: "Got fried" so I giggle to myself for a bit, but then I started to think: "What's with the extra T?" And after a good few mintues of racking my brain, a good few minutes too many, it dawned on me that the bike wasn't subliminally telling me to "Get fried", but it was just the brand name. Oops.I must say though, I haven't been decently fried since I left Canada. I came close one night, but I don't think the amount that I smoked was worth the subsequent buzz. Basically, I didn't get as much bang for the buck as I would have liked. At least it wasn't my buck. Unless you count my lungs. Which brings me to my next point that they mix all of their bud and/or hash (There's alot of hash here and next to no bud, at least nothing worth smoking.) with nasty ass tobacco. Blech. It's enough to make me not want to smoke weed at all. Oh well, I suppose I can wait until Sosan and I get to Holland this summer. Yay!
Feb. 4, 2006