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Originally Posted by OldMan&TheWeed
No creative writing this time. This is who I am:
I'm in my mid 40s and I've been a pot smoker since I was 12, so that’s about 33 or so years now. I live a very strait life so I can support my family in a middle class lifestyle. I have an advanced university degree and earn a pretty good salary. I like my job, and I'm pretty good at it. My position is a professional one. It’s the kind of job where a blue suit is required every day. I oversee my department and my firm expects me to be conservative. In order to keep my job, and be effective in it, I play a role. No one, not one of my neighbors, nor any of my co-workers, nor the head office would EVER suspect that I smoke weed. As a matter of fact, all the right-wingers hang around MY office because they know I'll always agree with what they say Bill O'Riley says.
Well, it’s all a lie. I hate the fucking GOP and Bill O'Riley (who is by the way Satans personal cocksucker) and their agenda to gut the Bill of Rights.
I'm here so I can be myself, okay. Or at least be the laid back person I used to be.
Oh, and by the way, I use a vaporizer. I haven’t used a bong in years.  |
OK, Old Man, I gotcha [feels weird calling YOU 'old man'
]. I see why you've gotta 'play the role' for all the straight-laced executroids you've gotta be around all day.
I don't have the 'parchment' you've attained, but as Mark Twain said, "I've never let schooling stand in the way of my education." I got most of mine out travelling the USA & Mexico during the 70s & making acquaintances with many outlaws, smugglers, & assorted 'self-employed' individuals, which was the road I started on 1st.
Then the $$$ I made off my questionable occupation(s), I parlayed into rental properties for Section 8 low-income families. I just happened
to become friends with the local head of the Section 8 Housing Authority in my area & he somewhat 'steered' families towards my properties & a lot of the houses I bought, I just fixed & flipped. The houses with tenants were always on the market too, so whenever someone was interested in the house, the buyer had built-in tenants provided at no extra cost
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I had made enough bread by age 45 to retire comfortably in a 'bought & paid for' house on a golf course with my wife & teenage son. The entire time I kept my weed consumption steady & only hid it from the cops & my kid. I'm glad I'm not having to hit the job market now, as it seems that a person can't find anything decent in employment unless he pisses in a cup, which I steadfastly refuse to do for anyone [except my doc, who knows anyway].
More power to you on keeping up the facade, as I never could & would probably end up telling your straight-laced friends & fellow employees to "fuck-off & tell it to someone who cares!!"
Anyhow, Old Man [still choke on that 1
], take care & stay stealth with the weed. By now, my tongue would've been bit in 2 from trying not to argue with your John Birch Society fellow workers.
bongsmilie
