Perhaps it’s because I spent Saturday night dressed up as a woman for a friend’s 40th birthday, and I am therefore far further down the slippery slope of immorality than I previously thought, but I can’t quite see what all this Phelps-Bong fuss is about.
Apart from the fact that it clearly explains where that appetite for those famous breakfasts comes from, it seems like a non-story to me. And as for spelling an end to his career, surely that’s going too far?
I’ve always liked pot – or, at least, the idea of it. I don’t touch the stuff now, but it seems clear that if you’re going to have a drug of choice (and I can’t really think of a society that doesn’t) then stoners are far more preferable to drunks any day of the week. Violent crime? Just pass the pasties over and I’ll be fine.
My mum used to come back at me with the ‘it leads to other things’ argument, seemingly unaware of the irony of her having started a charity that picked up the pieces if lives ruined far more by drink than drugs. Illegality? The law’s changed so much – and it appears to be at the discretion of individual police forces here in the UK – that we seem only to know that if you keep it quiet you’ll probably be fine.
So why don’t I smoke now? The reasons have changed over the years – but they’ve never been all that strong. At best I can only say that it was a phase of my life that I lived through and have done with. Like driving fast or dancing like a pimp, those days are gone. Now I’m a responsible 36 year old I’ll just stick to cross-dressing at parties. It’ll cause me fewer health problems, but no doubt I’ll look back and wince at some point in the future.
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