The bottle of a Colt 45.

Pot makes me think long and hard about everything in my life.

That is why I smoke it.
Not for effect. Not to make people happy.
Not to be cool. Not to feel fucked up.

I smoke pot because it gives me the right perspective on my life.


I over-analyze and realize that I am not as happy as I seem.
I over-analyze and realize that I am just as happy as I seem.
I over-analyze and realize that I am not as lost as I seem.
I over-analyze and realize that I am just as lost as I seem.
I over-analyze and realize that I am not the person I want to be.
I over-analyze and suddenly, what seemed sure, isn't what is sure.


Suddenly. I never want to smoke pot again. But I will.