Some of you may be wondering why on 4/20 I didn’t write anything about marijuana. Well, there are two possible reasons for that. Either a) I was too high to string words together into coherent phrases, or b) I preferred to instead discuss how a reckless, pleasure-seeking life can end up in misery.
Weed may seem innocent, but think about this: every time you smoke a joint, a baby dalmatian gets skinned. Why? To clothe the South American harvesters through their labors. Have a heart. The next time you feel like smoking weed, eat a cow, hunt a deer, or club a seal instead.
(dog image: fiona anderson)