Makes me think of how we perceive the flow of time; how novel experiences create a flood of memories, potentially affecting your perception of the flow of time to make your life feel like it has lasted longer. And then I think about those old friends, with an extremely limited amount of novel experiences after high school… We used to jam all the time, they all played an instrument of some kind and they’ve all long given up in favor of endless wake and bake and being perpetually high. It doesn’t ruin your health quickly like other drugs, it just has a tendency to convince people its OK to do literally nothing. There’s a time and place for that; many times and many places, actually. Its when that time and place becomes all the time and everywhere that it can be insidious.

I bet the last thing anyone ever thinks on their death bed is “I really wish I smoked more weed”.