hangoverweed

I feel like every single time I get drunk I end up having a horrendously painful hangover the next day. It’s probably just normal amounts of painful, but, let’s be real here, I’m a pussy about it. I can’t handle hangovers unless I have weed. If I have weed, it’s completely fine. Until I realize that I spent an entire night drinking and then the entire next day smoking pot. I’d like to say that I feel immature and ashamed to say that last sentence, but actually it feels right. This is what I’m supposed to be doing at my age, right? Living carelessly is totally charming until at least 50, or, with the right swagger, even 60. If I’m still doing it at 70, though, that’s when it’s gone too far, regardless of the fact that I’d be the coolest old guy since like Dumbledore.  (Someone get me a pint of fire whiskey and roll up some wizard weed; let's get sorcerer's stoned).