i've never been a big pothead.. as much as i wanted to be. closest i ever came, sadly enough, is one summer when i sort of borderlined-it. pathetic, all things considered. all things considered, i should be one of those good-for-nothing, happy-at-taco-bell's. instead, i'm all ambitious (comparitively), and i'm going to do well.
i love stoners, though. they're so friendly, and considerate, and open-minded, and generous. i adore them. they're my family, feels like. there's very little that can make me upset with them, i understand them.
they make me happy, i love my stoner friends.. even if i don't have any anymore. few things relaxed me as much as plain hanging out while they were getting totally blasted and lazy. personally, though.. it makes me have some deep discussions, eat a lot, then fall asleep. all of which i can do without being illegal.
i prefer alcohol, totally.