from the LP Ramones, Sire Records, 1976So I’m down here visiting my folks for the holidaze, and I gotta admit, sneaking around and getting high inside your parent’s house is every bit as fun & exhilarating now as it was when we actually lived with them as kids; granted, dad knows I’m a confirmed head now, and the threat of getting locked up in rehab doesn’t loom over my dazed head the way it used to (thankfully...), but there is just something about the whole process: stuffing a bunch of fabric softener sheets into an empty toilet paper tube and putting a single sheet over one end, standing atop the toilet lid in an effort to be as close to that little vent thingie as possible, holding your hits in extra long so there is less smoke to exhale. Frankly, one doesn’t have the time to get high as much as usual when your playin cards and shootin the shit with your folks all day, so my tolerance drops, which always makes for a giddy and all-around stronger stoning; something about being baked in this house also leaves me more prone to getting an enjoyable case of the giggles, a stoner luxury mostly reserved for novices. The last time I lived with my parents was over 15 years ago now, but a part of me still feels like I never left (once I am down here visiting anyways), and I suppose the fact that I was a snotty, sneering teenager when I was living with my folks last, it’s probably that adolescent spirit which imbues the tone of the stone. I hope everyone is enjoying a good holiday season, be that Xmas, Chanukah, Ramadan, Tet, Kwanzaa, or for you atheists out there, celebrating the birth of baby Santa. Peace ya’ll!
