My girlfriend Bess always told me it was dangerous to go up on the roof to smoke.
I always 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 teenagers, which is why I cherish to climb up on the roof at evening.
I lay back, look at the stars, and enjoy a joint separate from being interrupted, however 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 think 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 but myself, but even after this Bess won’t let me smoke cannabis on the porch. She doesn’t want to risk one of the teenagers 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 teenagers shouldn’t smoke marijuana until they are of legal age, but at the same time they shouldn’t be raised to assume about it as bad. The whole reason cannabis has been demonized is because people are told it’s dangerous… Cannabis isn’t dangerous! If anything, the teenagers seeing their Dad smoking cannabis would make them less likely to try it in the future, because they assume everything I do it lame.