Oh yes.the reefer is like medicine. Now I can start avoiding adult responsibilities with my head held high. Maybe I’ll weed whack. Doing the weed whacking here is like playing golf without a bunch of posturing old barfmats driving around in little cars wearing stupid clothes thinking they’re hot shit because they consider their stupid, pointless little game to be a sport. I will never golf. I’d buy a revolver and one bullet if it ever came to that. And I drive a Gator, so it’s a little more toxically masculine than those electric golf carts. Also, I have a machete and first aid kit on it. You know, in case a border war breaks out in my backyard. I’ll be there like a mercenary in the Rhodesian army.