Last night I smoked my last bit of weed that I had. I was gonna have a break after finishing off that weed because I've been smoking too much lately. Then when I was high I was thinking about how I can barely remember anything from my exquisite slut fucking adventures which I enjoyed during my recent overseas travels. I blame that entirely on weed. I was smoking it basically every night, which is a shitload more than I usually smoke it at home. I was sober or at most tipsy for all of those encounters with exquisite sluts. There's no reason I shouldn't remember them well. Except for all the fucking weed I smoked.
It's really fucked up. Those are the fondest memories of my life, only I don't really remember most of them. I realised last night that it's without a doubt one of the biggest regrets of my life, smoking all that weed which has erased a large part of my memories of that trip.
So I say fuck the evil weed, and at this point I'm thinking I might finally give it up for good.
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