If You Like COD and Doritos: Read

The other day I woke up hungover. Guess what I wanted? A bong.

No glass of water, not an overpriced North Point breakfast or morning sex with my girlfriend’s death breath. I wanted to light one up and listen to the latest Coldplay album. I wanted to put my laptop on my bed and watch the latest episode of Family Guy. I wanted to forget the pain in my stomach and the throbbing in my head. Alas, my ‘stash’ was dry.

The problem with this town is it goes through dry spells that leave many pot-loving college liberals shriveled up in the corners of their room scratching their wrists and speaking to their invisible friend Alfred. In fact, I find myself there right now writing this article. I feel cold and alone. What’s that you say Alfie? It’s going to be okay pal, we’ll get some soon. You don’t know how long you can last? Shall we both go on a killing spree instead?

Alas, I decided to put the homicidal thoughts aside and instead write this article. Back to my ode to marijuana.

It’s the most economic drug on the market. For around 20 quid you can have yourself probably five good nights of fun. It’s not physically addictive. It’s never caused an overdose. You don’t act like a complete a-hole out in town. You aren’t going to be getting into any fights – in fact has anyone seen stoned people get into a fight? If you do, contact me, I want to hear that story. You won’t do something that you regret the next morning, apart from eating one too many Angel Slices. It makes sex even better. It makes music sound amazing. It even makes bad films enjoyable. It slows down time – the only problem there being how long it takes for a Tesco Pizza to cook. Actually the only true issue with pot in my mind is that it makes conversations with those who are not high incredibly straining.

In fact, it is my hypothesis that this is why weed is illegal and alcohol is not. Who hasn’t had that experience where you struggle to have a conversation with someone but then after a couple glasses of wine it starts flowing? Therefore, I believe alcohol is in part legal because people throughout the ages use it as a lubricant to initiate otherwise woeful chat. Furthermore, I think it is also legal because it allows for individuals to be blatantly sexual without having to feel awkward or ashamed. It provides a veil over your actions in getting with that 5/10 girl or groping someone near the bar. Alcohol really is a beautiful drug in that sense. You can act like a complete jerk, smashing glass on public property, piss on the corners of streets and laugh it off the morning after as if you are pardoned because ‘Hey, I was so smashed last night!’

There are people that are reading this right now thinking here goes another stoner who’s talking about how great pot is. Yeah, and? I personally find it hysterical that these same people are probably reading this column going, what a loser, as they find themselves going to the Union three times a week, getting wrecked on alcohol, spew in their rooms and end up outside Dervish crying because they dropped their chips and cheese.

Take a look in the mirror hypocrites. I embrace, and indeed dabble, in the beautiful excesses of drunken nights fuelled by alcohol. But that doesn’t mean that a rational being could see that, when abused, it can be a really terrible drug. This of course is the case with anything: if it is abused – it is bad. Everything in moderation.

Do the same with us and light one up. I think you will find that you will have a great time lying on the couch playing COD or taking a trip to Tesco to find a 2 for 1 deal on Doritos. I promise you it won’t end up in tears or spew. The worst that will happen is you go to sleep and wake up in the morning having a deep, beautiful sleep.

This isn’t propoganda, this is merely the truth. Mothers and fathers, I’m not trying to indoctrinate your kids into smoking pot. I’m merely saying that if anyone has an ounce of common sense and rationality they would realize that it is good from time to time to roast a fat one.  There’s a Steve Martin quote that goes ‘don’t criticize things you don’t know about’. Think about it. If you do, I’ll probably end up seeing you at Tesco around 11pm.

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