I had a dream last night during my 12 and a half hours of sleep (more sleep than any of YOU bitches on a Friday night I guarantee).
Along with the usual things I dream about - sex with my mother, shoving an infant headfirst into a swimming pool until the bubbles stop, the zombies from the Michael Jackson "Thriller" video breaking into my house - there was one scene that caught my attention.
I was with a group of people; I don't think they were friends. I don't think they were friends because we were about to smoke a j and I was ill at ease the entire time, for it was not my j and I didn't want to fuck up the rotation. I was second in the circle and when I took it, the j suddenly burned way too fast and singed my fingers. I dropped it and the j fucking burned itself out on the blanket it fell upon. The look of disgust among my peers was obvious and I was shunned from the group.
Now, I can take this as a sign that my body's going through some delayed withdrawals. It's been quite a while since I got high, a couple months at least, but even then I was too drunk to enjoy the high.
Or, I can take this as a sign that Mr. Mackey was right all along. "Drugs are bad, mmm kay. Mari-ju-wana's bad."
Or, it could simply mean I need to listen to this little Cheech and Chong number, called "Mexican Americans"
Mexican Americans don't just like to get into gang fights
They like flowers, and music, and white girls named Debbie too
Mexican Americans are named Chata, and Chella, and Chema
And have a son-in-law named Jeff
Mexican Americans don't like to get up early, in the morning, but they have to
So they do it, real slow
Mexican Americans love education, so they go to night school
And take Spanish, and get a B
Mexican Americans love their nanas, and their no-nos, and their nee-naws
And their nee-nos, na-nu na-nu, nee-na, no-no
Mexcian Americans don't like to go to the movies where the dude has to wear contact lenses
To make his blue eyes brown, 'cause don't they make my brown eyes blue!
[Cheech]
And thats all I got how do you like it
[Chong]
oh ya thats good
[Cheech]
Its like a protest tune
[Chong]
ya I dig that but while you were singing that I wrote another tune
[Cheech]
oh ya
[Chong]
its like the same thing only different wanna hear it
[Cheech]
ya lets hear it
[Chong]
its more rock n roll
[Cheech]
alright well get down
[Chong]
Beaners....Beaners
i have to work more on the lyrics but its kinda like that
[Cheech]
ya thats heavy
Current Mood: Red Heads on the O.C.
Current Music: Wilco - That's Not The Issue