What Time Is It?

What Time Is It?
I'm badly injured at the moment. I think I broke my baby toe and I can barely walk, so I'm at home, watching some good reliable downloaded content from an earlier age.

The most rewarding laugh comes from pain. Take it from an unacknowledged expert. And this modern attitude of being overly sensitive is destroying comedy. It was understood in my time that a character like Archie Bunker or Fred Sanford was a joke. Now people are too sensitive to get the joke, and it tells in today's weak punchlines, which are more concerned with sparing people's feelings than with finding their funny-bones.

That's one solid point I needed to share tonight. Another is about cannabis use; don't let analysts scare you. Analysts only know how to analyze. They'll examine a sample of marijuana and tell you that it contains over four hundred chemicals. Big deal. How many chemicals does a frozen TV dinner contain? Cannabis was smoked almost ubiquitously by our ancestors. In fact, they left us an inheritance in our bodies from their chronic marijuana use called endocannabinoids. If it's natural, it can't be that wrong.

Cannabis cured my epilepsy. I used to stare at lightbulbs for hours. It scared the shit out of my parents. But then I got into cannabis and I was cured. Now I only stare at freaks, like I'm supposed to.

Cannabis might arrest you in an adolescent mindset for far longer than is healthy and natural, but even that is not permanent. Eventually your parents drop dead, and then you are forced into adulthood regardless of how much marijuana you smoked.

What time is it? Oh, Christ, 3:52am? I better not share this.
  
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