Got stoned again. Jeeez. And this is what I thought of.. iPada. its like music to your ears.. and something sinister in your nose.  (If you are one of the lucky folk to be following me  on Twitter you may see this. If you do ‘Say Yay’) So there’s a...

Lying down on this cement floor. My ass cheeks kissing the floor reluctantly, as my balls in scream in protest. “Get up fool, have some respect, you are making me go bluuuuueeeee….” Yes, my balls talk. But I can’t move. Instead, I lie in the...

Mundane was the life I lived when I had my first joint. Taking pleasure in short-lived fantasies, same old intoxications, madness and everything that I used to call life. Untouched by peer pressure, yet apprehensive of anything new. Change. Being just...

Every step I take is an effort. The noise is ringing in my ears and my head was swooning. I stumble across the sand and look at the strangers around me. They look hot. The girls I mean. I stumble some more. Wet sand in my slippers. I want to curse, but...

It was a stressful week. End of day Friday, I was itching to get out and chill, hopefully with some weed. First option was a nearby friend. Hit his joint and the fucker wasn’t home. Next option, I called my friends and asked them to go out for a...