Buds for Christmas

[pony up]

. You missed my age I discovered about 55 years ago that I was not a candidate for wacky weed. I was already naturally too stoopid for school. I already knew that anytime my brain completely left this planet it could be problematic. For how long should an Ivy League college student find the hair on his forearm fascinating? Besides a couple of beers and I was dumb enough to fit right into any good time situation and I could remember what had happened and laugh about it for days. One episode of screaming at a restaurant waiter patiently waiting for my drink order, "What the F@#%&*K are you looking at!!!??? at the top of my lungs was enough to convince me that not everything from Hawaii was good for me. It took laying on the parking lot blacktop between my car and the next for 2 hours to heal from that one. Paranoia is not my friend. Since then I have stuck to Pineapples.