Posts tagged Cannabis/Marijuana
I heard about a woman getting busted for mixing up meth ingredients today in a Wal-mart a few miles from my home. The story irritated me. The reporter was so high and mighty while reporting the details. And the one witness she interviewed made harsh judgments about the woman, saying things like, “If you’re broke get a job…” Blah, blah, blah. Um, has she noticed the job market lately? How is a minimum wage job going to support a family?
I’m not condoning her behavior, by any means, and she should be held accountable. However, I understand why some people may do things like this. Cooking meth does not automatically make someone a horrible person or just another tweeker. It makes them desperate; desperate for money, a high, or power, etc. Oftentimes, especially with the economy in the toilet, the government and charity doesn’t come through. There are people out there, down on their luck, no job, no money, with kids to feed and bills to cover.
Common Scenario: Unemployment runs out or was denied, car breaks down, you can’t find a job, you can’t get a loan, no savings left, and there is no one to help you get back on your feet. There are just hungry kids who you would do anything for because you love them with your entire being. You need money fast, you got a lawyer to pay, a final cut off notice for electric, eviction notice, and Christmas to pay for, among other things. The food stamps ran out and there is another week and a half until you get more. A deadbeat dad that doesn’t help support your kids. You can’t stand the thought of your children in a shelter, group home, or foster home. You can sell your body or you can get into the drug business… What do you do?
Last night when I got home from work, we had company. Tori, Tim1, and Chris2 was partying with Dudney. Chris and Dudney were pretty damn drunk already, and Tori was getting there. They were getting ready to go out to a nearby gay bar that has male dancers. They’ve gone there several times, but I’ve never been there. I was tired after work and didn’t plan to go with them, however, Tori enticed me into going. I hadn’t been out in a couple months, so I figured what the hell.
I didn’t have time to take a shower, but I assumed I wouldn’t end up bringing a man home with me since it was a gay bar, so it would be okay. Chris was so drunk he threw up a couple times before we left. After he was finished, we all loaded up in Tim’s car and headed to the bar. Once we arrived, Tori, Dudney, and I went in immediately, but Tim and Chris stayed outside talking.
Later, we found out Chris was flipping out because he had been making out with Dudney earlier, until he found out Dudney is a man. Right before we went in Tim gave Dudney money to buy us a few rounds of drinks. As soon as we walked in it was apparent it was a gay bar, there were at least five hot guys running around in sexy underwear. One was dancing on the pole, another one was carrying the Jell-o shot tray, and the others were working the crowd.
All aspects of my life are going fabulous; quite a change from the constant turmoil of the past several years. My career is progressing well, my home life is satisfying, I have great friends and family (with a few exceptions), things have heated up in the romantic arena, and the EEOC is finally getting the ball rolling with the complaint I filed against Directv.
It has taken some getting used to, but I am accepting the good things as they come. I am genuinely happy, and it is a huge relief to know it’s not the fake happiness of a manic or hypomanic episode. I have found stability, on my own.
With a little help from my favorite herb I have clawed my way back from the depths of the black hole of depression, which wasn’t an easy task by far, but it has made me even stronger and I am proud of myself. Of course my life isn’t perfect, but nothing ever is in reality.
I want to go… road trip, perhaps?
Yesterday was my grandpa’s 71st birthday. Some of the family got together to celebrate it last night after I got off work. We had a nighttime winter cookout complete with a bottle of Crown Royal, marijuana, and a birthday cake. Our family has never really been conventional. No one got intoxicated; we just had a couple shots and hits with Pawpa to celebrate his birthday.
Those of us who bothered to show up (my uncles – Don and Brad, my Great-Aunt Nita, cousin Brad Jr, Brad’s girlfriend, Granny, and of course – Pawpa) ate, laughed, joked, talked, and had a good time together. A few of the no-shows had a good excuse: Tori, Owen, Carah, Kailyn, and Chase were sick and Ed had to work. Dena and her kids (Jacob, Taylor, and Tristan) didn’t go because Dena found out about it too late; she figured we would postpone it until this weekend and celebrate her birthday the same time. Everyone else ditched for either shitty or unknown reasons.