My girlfriend Bess typically told me it was dangerous to go up on the roof to smoke.
I typically ignored her, and now I’m in the hospital and she is hitting me with an epic “I told you so.” I can’t smoke in the house, because of the kids, which is why I love to climb up on the roof at night.
I kneel back, look at the stars, and love a joint without being interrupted! Sometimes I will smoke two joints and stay up there for an hour, enjoying the peace and quiet, that’s what happened last weekend, and I know I smoked too much cannabis because I got a little dizzy and took a spill over the side. I only fell fifteen feet, and landed on soft ground, so it could have been a lot worse. I have no one to blame however myself, however even after this Bess won’t let me smoke cannabis on the porch. She doesn’t want to risk one of the kids waking up and seeing me puffing a fat bowl of Purple Haze or Blue Dream, because it would set a bad example. I agree that kids shouldn’t smoke marijuana until they are of legal age, however at the same time they shouldn’t be raised to know about it as bad. The whole reason cannabis has been demonized is because people are told it’s dangerous, but cannabis isn’t dangerous! If anything, the kids seeing their Dad smoking cannabis would make them less likely to try it in the future, because they know everything I do it lame.