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As a kid about a million years back I was lead to believe that the evil weed would be my gateway drug to ruin. Nope.
I blame my conservative grandfather for introducing me to Brew 102 back in the early 60's prior to becoming a teenager. I didn't start smoking pot until I was 15, in 1967/68. That was also the same time I was entering high school, when mini skirts combined with cheap wine and beer were in a war for my soul. One of my best friends was a stock-boy at a local liquor store, and that meant cheap wine & beer was not only accessible, but 'cheaper' than one might imagine.
I wasn't the big drinker my friends were, but I definitely explored my options.
Now, sitting around here as an old retired guy, I get to examine my choices as a younger me, and there's very little I would change if I had it to do again.
Springing forward several decades, I have a neighbor, also retired, and we have a lot in common, ... Rams football, pot, social drinking, privately perving on the local women, good food, and hanging at the River. Once a week this devil mixes the very best Bloody Mary's i've ever tasted, and that always leads to a second. Other occasions often lead to a variety of Rum based cocktails or Margaritas with me usually at the controls, but this is more an evening or dinner routine. His wife is also involved in our shenanigans.
I don't mean for the title to sound like a complaint, it isn't, but these morning Bloody Mary's end any attempt to accomplish anything mildly productive for the remainder of the day. So how do I explain to my neighbor my conundrum ... that I badly want a third.
I blame my conservative grandfather for introducing me to Brew 102 back in the early 60's prior to becoming a teenager. I didn't start smoking pot until I was 15, in 1967/68. That was also the same time I was entering high school, when mini skirts combined with cheap wine and beer were in a war for my soul. One of my best friends was a stock-boy at a local liquor store, and that meant cheap wine & beer was not only accessible, but 'cheaper' than one might imagine.
I wasn't the big drinker my friends were, but I definitely explored my options.
Now, sitting around here as an old retired guy, I get to examine my choices as a younger me, and there's very little I would change if I had it to do again.
Springing forward several decades, I have a neighbor, also retired, and we have a lot in common, ... Rams football, pot, social drinking, privately perving on the local women, good food, and hanging at the River. Once a week this devil mixes the very best Bloody Mary's i've ever tasted, and that always leads to a second. Other occasions often lead to a variety of Rum based cocktails or Margaritas with me usually at the controls, but this is more an evening or dinner routine. His wife is also involved in our shenanigans.
I don't mean for the title to sound like a complaint, it isn't, but these morning Bloody Mary's end any attempt to accomplish anything mildly productive for the remainder of the day. So how do I explain to my neighbor my conundrum ... that I badly want a third.
