Im getting better at weed, which is nice. Used to even the tiniest amount of THC would shoot me to the ether and fill me with the type of anxiety you should only be able to get when the cops are outside your house with guns pointed at your head. For years that has been my biggest gripe with God. I was so mad that he created this magical drug that doesn’t leave you hungover, makes food and sex better, and calms your nerves, yet he had made my body reject it. I always had to drink alcohol to calm down and fight off depression, which as we know is not only a very temporary fix, but increases your anxiety and depression ten fold the next morning. I was so jealous of my friends who could wake up and rip a bong without laying in the fetal position the rest of the day, rocking back and forth and thinking about that time in 8th grade when you asked a girl out and she yelled “no!!!!” In front of the entire cafeteria.
Anyways, I’ve spent this year practicing being high instead of drunk and I think I’ve finally nailed it. Bully for me!
I’m going to Philadelphia next week to hang out with Trae (Crowder) and write some jokes and such. We do not have any shows, we are just hanging in writers rooms all day pitching stuff. I’m excited because I love the work, but I’m MORE excited because in me and Trae’s nearly 2 decades of friendship, we never really get to just have dinner together (insert jokes about us being married) and I know you’re thinking “how could that be true? You are together all the time!”
You are correct. But when we hang out, it usually means we are touring and will be working at night. The meals we share are typically at midnight or shortly thereafter. Because we’ll be clocking out at 5 instead of just waking up, we will be able to publicly defile ourselves with cheesesteaks while the son shines brightly on our shameful faces. I could almost cry
Ironically, I think the weed gummy I took earlier was a bigger dose than I intended and I think I need to go lay down before the government kicks in my door.
More later
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Y’all have fun! Glad you got the weed sorted out!