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Today’s a day when I very well might wish I were a user of “recreational chemicals.”
Reported to the office at 6:45am.
At the end of the day, saw a new doctor for yet another new indication.
Came home to old and new family and economic stresses.
Might be fun to escape, for even a little while.
I’ve always tried to be a law abiding citizen. Regardless of the usefulness or the sensibleness of the law.
When the kids of my Boomer generation embraced the dope-smoking, LSD-tripping, free-love ’60s and early ’70s, burning flags and bras, I remained a pretty straight arrow.
Married my high school sweetheart. Never smoked anything stronger than tobacco, ever. And I couldn’t ever get used to inhaling.
Once in a while I drank too much; not often, though, the outcome was embarrassing.
But you don’t have to be a drug (ab)user (or perchance, the parent of one) to know a pointless war when you see it.