Blasphemy

So I lit up on Good Friday.Yeah, Good Friday. The day where they say Jesus died for our sins and we’re supposed to be sad, solemn, and sober. No meat, no fun, no weed—like some sort of divine timeout. But guess what? I had weed. And snacks. And absolutely no intention of suffering alongside the Savior.I rolled a fat one around noon. Peanut Butter Breath. Hits like guilt. And as … [Read more...] about Blazing on Good Friday — A Stoner’s Sacrament