For some odd years of my life, I have smoked the marijuana.
For many of those years, I thought I liked the experience more than I disliked the side effects.
Within this last year, I've made the decision to cut it out of my life.
It's taken me many years, to figure out how to stand by this decision.
So many years, I've intimately identified myself within and through the experience of weed.
It had become a best friend, a security blanket, and a tool to keep feeling good.
Served to helped me procrastinate my homework, and focus on the fun stuff.
Made my sense of epiphany stronger, which many times led me into some eccentric ideas.
For better or for worse.
The sticky stuff, I found, is very accurately that: Sticky
I got stuck in the self-aggrandizement, thinking so highly of my thinking.
I deviated further from the bigger picture, while feeling I had a higher perspective.
Getting high helped me mask the reality of getting high.
Consequences happen, sooner or later, so why not come to grips with reality sooner?
I do not regret my path, nor think my dance with MJ was bad or good.
I know that who I am today, is One man ready to take the step.
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