They didn’t catch us sparkin’ a fatty, but my buddy decided it would be cool to jump out of the car and hide in order to scare people going by. I think it was the Monsanto microscope ride, not sure if they even still have that. Star-trek style doors slid open and Disney cops grabbed him right there. They waited for me to ride on out, but were there to walk me downstairs. Apparently I was guilty just for being in the same car. But you can’t really argue with them.
They got cameras, folks. Cops, tunnels, jails, monitors, vast storerooms…
Back in 1981, I witnessed (and smelled) someone in the car ahead of me on the Matterhorn ride lighting up ‘something’ during the ascent phase (in that long tunnel). Nothing happened to them (ejection-wise, that is).
Yes. I smoked my share of weed when I was a young teenager. Then I grew up, and now I just drink gin.
As I am currently living with a couple of potheads who are terrified to go job hunting because they won’t pass a piss test, but are incapable of NOT smoking, and given my experiences with folks who can’t seem to have a good time without nipping off for a one-hitter or something, it just makes me sad.
I know that Marijuana is essentially harmless, that it’s a choice, blah blah. I support legalization. I’m not even saying I’ll never do it again.
But for those who turn it into a lifestyle, who decorate their apartments with weed posters, who can’t seem to have a social interaction without smoking, I feel nothing but pity.
When a drug… any drug, be it my beloved Gin, weed, crack or ecstasy becomes an essential part of your day, you have lost something of what it means to be a free human being. No matter how GREAT it makes you feel, if you can’t have fun without it, you are on the losing end of the equation.
Well, if they were printing counterfeit currency, or part of a kidnapping ring, those would probably disqualify someone for a lot of jobs as well. What do those things have in common, I wonder… oh right, they are all illegal.
Again, don’t get me wrong. I’m all for making it legal. But until that happens, it is illegal, and those who wish to partake of this particular illegal hobby have no leg to stand on about how unfair it is to have to take a drug test, or how they are being hassled by the police for just a little bit of weed.
When I choose to break the law, for example, by speeding, I am fully aware that there is a whole network of folks who are going to try to catch me, and ticket me. And if I get a ticket for doing 70 in a 60, I suck it up and pay my fine and hope that I don’t get my insurance rates hiked. I don’t rail about how the man is keeping me down by keeping me from getting to work, I don’t cry that the speed limit should be 70 instead of 60 (though I would support legislation that tried to do exactly that).
One of my biggest beefs with pot smokers is their whining about how unfair it is that they are getting hassled for doing something that, like it or not, is illegal. You make a choice to break the law. You have to deal with the consequences of that. You know we live in a society that will drug test, as employers aren’t particularly keen on hiring folks who are a liability (either safetywise, or legally).
I’m going to end this Hijack at this point. If someone would like to debate this, I’ll be happy to participate in a GD thread about it, as unpopular as my opinion is sure to be…
This article has some tips. NYTimes, subscription may be required. There are apps that help guide one to the best places to light up where one is least likely to be found during a quick puff.
Depends on whether they are employing you to drive, I guess.
On a lighter note, my former colleague who did Disney rides while shrooming also did a night out in Amsterdam while high as a mofo. Apparently it was all going fine until he and his buddy wandered down a dark alley and three guys mugged them at knifepoint. It took about five minutes of brain-fogged American-abroad babbling with the muggers before they realised they were being mugged, at which point they both screamed like girls, threw their wallets at the muggers, ran all the way back to their hotel and barricaded themselves inside the room for 12 hours of shaky paranoia.
He wheeled out this anecdote to justify his explanation of why Amsterdam is a ‘horrible place’. We were all crying with laughter listening to him.
