Hooked

Roll your own, it's cheaper. Although it can be strange at first and all of your friends look at you odd; roll your own.

If we had a truly free society I could grow it in my yard and use it. I know nothing about this but I am sure that if I tried to grow my own tobacco, I would need a permit. Permits come with beuaracracy. Beuracracy comes with bullshit.

Cigarrettes go up, gas goes up, 20oz of syrupy sweet soda pop goes up, we keep buyin' it. We're hooked and we don't know what to do.

I am, I know that. Every day I'm reminded just how hooked I am when the action is autonomous, this ritual of drugs.

Caffeine, nicotine.

You know what I wish? I wish that big tobacco would just vanish, bu bye. Too bad. Like any good addict the thought of running out is a cringe. The thought of it vanishing all together isn't such a bad idea.

Everyday, everywhere, in my face. Smoke it up. Poof, gone and it sucks but then it doesn't, and it's wonderful....dreaming is good.

I still like coffee though, can't help myself (heh). A good brew from a good bean grown by good folk in a good place is not so bad. However; once again, have you ever stayed around the vicinity of a mass production coffee plant for very long? The smell is odious, offensive, much like the crap shoveled on the masses (moi) most of the time.

Why the hell can't I just set up a deal with some farmer in some hole in the jungle who grows bad ass coffee and just needs a lift up a bit. I love that stuff actually but it comes at a cost when the mid man, once again, comes with beuaracracy.

Well a rant. But it is good to blow and steam. Things are rather f'd and this, of course, is just a blip on the shitstorm radar. Have a nice day.