Poem -
Mary J.
I have a friend
her name is Mary J.
She treats me well
no matter what I say,
She brings me solidtude
and never judges me,
She helps me escape the stress
like the smoke, she sets me free,
She causes me no anger
and makes me think out loud,
for I am floating in the sky
until I hit that cloud,
I am not thin
I am not fat
I'm undisturbed
And we like that,
Cause Mary J. and I are one
We visit everyday,
I light her up, inhale her fumes
And we go out to play...
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I can't smoke marijuana, Faith. I found that out the hard way when I was 17.
My friends were passing a blunt around and it came my turn to hit it.
About an hour after I'd smoked with them my throat closed up, I went into a seizure and I broke out in angry red splotches all over my body.
I was rushed to the hospital where they discovered what the problem was.
I'm allergic to THC.
Coconuts and pot are no-no's for me.
Still, I'll always have my best friends–Jim Beam and Johnny Walker–when I need to mellow out.
Heh-heh...
~Dean ;)
That could have been very devastating! I like the liquid gold as well myself...xo
Hey Faith, a wonderful friend to have, and she doesn't half get about. I see her every day.
Nigel
Oh Nigel, surprise surprise, but then we love our little demons,,,,I'm into the red myself (wine spirits) xo
Always beer, English through and through me. Which is weird when genetically I'm Scottish.
Just realised I'm out of papers, best go to the shop.
Nigel x
Hey I'm Scottish too, a real Mc Dougall by sir name!! xo
I'm McAlpine on my mums side and my uncle will not let me forget the fact. What my uncle doesn't know AND MUST NEVER FIND OUT, is his great grandfather was adopted into the McAlpine clan at the time of the potato famine in Ireland and was originally, wait for it.....a McGrotty. He wears the tartan at every possible opportunity, he must never find out.
Nigel