A nice joint….

Was what I treated myself to at noon. A roman candle of euphoria exploded in the brain pushing the pleasure to the whole body. I had a few hours to sober up from this joint, six to  be precise, before I would be driving to pick up some more, not something I would advocate, but when sensational shit is available one has to stock up while the going is good. Of course the only problem with a nice joint is it can provoke a desire for a second nice joint. I decided that five hours to sober up would be sufficient, once again not something I would advocate, and had a second nice joint at 1pm. I got home at 7pm and had a 3rd nice joint, the nicest of the fucking lot by virtue of the fact I had acquired more and no thought of driving bothering me.