I’ll tell you. The thing is, I used to smoke weed, and I used to enjoy it. You know, in the 8th grade. I used to smoke it out of tinfoil bowls and I’d get a bunch of ash in my mouth, but it made me giggly and goofy. Weed back then was weak and had dirt in it and you didn’t know where it came from and it just made you laugh a lot at really stupid shit.
Now weed is very, very different. What used to be a light-hearted good ol’ time with my pals has become something horrifying. Nowadays, weed just makes me feel like I’m dying and I lie on the ground and fall asleep and wake up an hour later feeling hungover.
I remember when you could tell if weed was good or not by how many red hairs it had. That was the system we used. “Oh yeah, this shit is really good, it has some red hairs in it!” — now there are all these different kinds and they all fuck the shit out of you and make you trip a little. That shit’s too intense for me. If I wanted to feel that way I’d just eat an eighth of mushrooms and drink a gallon of vodka. You won’t find me doing that either.
