Advantages Stoned is usually better than the sober reality
Disadvantages Might fuck with your mind too much
'Mother of God, I'm stoned' I slur before reaching for the skins and proceeding to roll another fat spliff 'Good shit this'.'Aye' is the lazy reply from my friend, the Monkey, who is sat across the room with his colouring book, filling its pages with felt-tip images of wacky people against a back drop of what appears to be the lake district.
A Fawlty Towers episode is playing on the television. Despite having witnessed Basil's goose stepping a thousand times before, I howl with laughter and light up the newly assembled joint before throwing it over to the artist in the corner of the room.Somewhere in the distance, maybe even the otherside of town, I hear the sound of a door opening and closing. A moment later my girlfriend ambles into the apartment, obviously knackered and irate after a hard day in the corporate rat race. She slumps down in an armchair and the monkey passes her the joint. She begins to complain about the pains of her day at the office....'godamn this and godamn that'.... but soon settles down after a few tokes on the medicine stick. Fawlty Towers is turned down to make way for some music - Pink Floyd - at my girlfriend's request. We talk, listen, smoke, philosophise, smoke some more, laugh, joke, relax. The room is warm and bright and unthreatening. Nothing exciting is happening within this enclosure but the room is filled with an air of satisfaction. Over on the coffee table sits the bag of weed, an illegal and unequivocally evil substance. 'Cannabis will ruin your life' we were told. With the tribulations of a days work nothing but a distant memory my girlfriend takes another drag then sends the joint my way. The monkey continues his frantic sketching, totally immersed in his work.
Outside in the streets, drunken animals roam. A brawl breaks out and amidst a flurry of fists, blood is drawn, wounds opened, jaws shattered and bodies grounded. Shouts of abuse penetrate the night air and somewhere below my apartment window, a Burburry clad bastard uses one hand to piss in a shop doorway, whilst supping from a can of Carling with the other hand. Intoxicated and insatiable for the thrill of the fight, he disregards the beer can against the shop window and throws himself into the feud, exchanging punches and placing a sharp, strategic kick to the head of a fallen rival. 'Drinking will ruin your life, unless you consume in moderation' we were told. The limp, bleeding bodies in the street never thought it would be in this way.In a stoned haze I return from the window and sit back down. 'Let those bastards fight' I think. 'Too much harmony and happiness in this apartment. Not an aggressive bone in my body right now. Perhaps the government could distribute cannabis to calm down the drunken masses and prevent fights at the taxi rank.' I'm deep in thought by now. 'Cannabis to curb our drinking culture. Now there's an idea......................'
So should cannabis be legalised? Of course it should. I'm not a white coat man and I'm not a politician so I won't be throwing questionable statistics at you like some sort of absolute and definitive evidence to support my stance on this one.
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