my friend's family smokes pot all day long. I remember going to their house one time and my friend went to the store and I was alone there. I read the things magneted to the refrigerator, and one was a list of instructions on how to prepare for a colonoscopy. I couldn't figure out how you could get stoned knowing you had a colonoscopy (sp? -- is that even a word?) appointment. he was such a stoner, I bet he got stoned on his way to the appointment. he used to get stoned in the fucking kmart. I really don't understand the sort of pain a cancer patient would need to be in to want to get stoned. I would get stoned and all I would be able to do is think, oh jesus fuck, I have cancer. maybe you get used to being stoned, though. I used to smoke six times a day, and I got so used to it, I would purposely try to think up situations that would be exciting stoned. like, I've never taken 10 bong hits and then gone straight to the downtown police department to get some forms processed, I'll go do that today. I saw saving private ryan (not much choice of movies here) the other day and decided that I would just go ahead and postpone any thinking that I should be doing about what death means. fuck the examined life, man.