It is that time of the year again, folks. Time to load up the bongs, fire up our bowls, and fill our lungs with that sweet, sweet, marijuana smoke. In case you missed it, today is April 20th, 2007 -- the weed smokers' Christmas.
Today is our day, fellow pot smokers. For the past 18 years I have celebrated this holiday with more vigor than even the fourth of July. This time will be no different. Actually, most days I smoke like it was 4.20, but today I won’t be alone.
All over the world there will be stoned people everywhere. It is the only holiday, save Christmas, that is celebrated the same all over this earth. Not only is it 4.20, but it is Friday. The weekend has officially begun and this long, foul week we have just experienced is finally over. One thing is for sure; next week can’t be much worse.
Let’s save all that for another day though. Today let’s just get stoned. Get frizzled and live in peace, if only for a few hours. Too bad everyone doesn’t celebrate this holiday. It might make the world a better place for a few short hours per year.
Nonetheless, we can still make our world a bit better for a few hours. I’ll be making the trip to downtown Denver later on today to smoke up a storm on the steps of the capital building. It is a yearly thing we all do here in Colorado. Go down to the heart of the city and throw our middle fingers in the air to authority while we blow our brains out in a thick, sweet, skunky cloud of smoke. It is the same in many, many cities across this land. Voice your stoned ass or be devoured by authority! Make the right choice.
Today, good readers, whether you love me or hate me, this old skull and bones wishes you a happy Four Twenty.