I’m not gonna sit here and advocate drugs, but I’m also not gonna sit here and say I don’t understand why some people do them. If you’re gonna do drugs, don’t be doing some hard core bullshit like coke or meth, or especially heroin. Heroin is a drug where you’ve got to get on another drug to get off of it! That’s like having your foot on the gas and the brakes all at one time.
Nah, stick to peaceful shit, the shit that gives you something like an out-of-body experience. Like a pot brownie. “Out of body” means your soul separates from your physical body like the egg and the yolk when the chef cracks that shit over the bowl. Your egg white separates from the yolk and your ass is standing there looking at yourself, sitting on the sofa. You wave to yourself and yourself waves back, you’re both feeling it. Shit, the way I see it, while you’re outside your body you might as well do stuff your physical self wouldn’t do.
Might as well enjoy life a bit more: go hit on that honey you’ve had your eye on for a while, go tell your boss how you really fucking feel about him or her. You can do all kinds of shit. Take advantage of being outside. Don’t forget that your inner self is invisible now, so go sneak into a heavy metal concert, and while you’re at the concert walk into the ladies’ room. Why not? They can’t see you. Live a little!
Most important to remember, though: Don’t fuck with another brownie while you’re out of your body. Remember, there are a lot of aspects to a person’s personality. Fuck around and eat a tray of brownies, and there will be a whole lot of different versions of you floating around—angry you, happy you, single you, married you, out-of-the-closet you . . . a lot of yous. So as the original you is floating around, you will wind up seeing a whole bunch of other yous engaged in a variety of shit. For instance, you might see a cop slam another you on the hood of a patrol car while a third you is standing there posting that shit to Facebook, talking about “Leave him alone, he didn’t do anything! All he did was eat a damn brownie!” All off a sudden a crowd of yous pops up out of nowhere chanting “Yous Lives Matter!” And they have Yous Lives Matter t-shirts, only some of them have it as “Y-o-u-s-e” and some have it with “Y-o-u-s.” So they all start arguing as to which is correct—yup, all the yous, crazy shit. Meanwhile the original you is trying to point out that both of them are improper grammar, but as that you is being all condescending and shit with it, one of the angry yous gets offended and pops the original you in the head with a brick.
See what I’m talking about? That’s why I don’t do drugs. Shit can get out of hand quickly! Besides, social movements are too important to fuck around with, you need clarity for that shit.