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webdiggerxxx · 4 months
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custer-mp3 · 3 years
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me, shimmying my disabled ass up the back side of a boarded-up porch in a cracked/stripped/SOMEHOW ALLEGEDLY “MOVE-IN READY” house the local Most Notorious Slumlord wants $2150/mo for in the dark at 10pm: ah yes, reminds me of home
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cascadeliclavlyf · 4 years
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2019 Up In Smoke
I’m sitting at a hotel listening to an old gay guy babble about how I should love my coworker more tomorrow than I did the day before. And I wonder to myself, if my coworker was marijuana would I love it more than I did the day before? Will 2020 be as lifted as 2019? 
2019 was full of high blunders as the hot box hero navigated the atmosphere of legalized weed in Anchorage, Alaska. Whether it was taking a piss test for a job, or getting pulled over for roaches and having to take the OUI test in the title wave parking lot, everyday in 2019 I was high as shit trying to function as a productive member of society. I think I’ve locked my keys in my car more than ten times coming out of a hot box. I’ve for sure had days where all I did was smoke backwoods and I had other days where all I did was hit dabs. Okay, maybe I made a beat here and there but most of the time I was spending mobbin’ or smokin’ yadadamean!?!
The piss test was a classic example of how I hard I got to go as a pot smoker to be a working class citizen. I prepare by setting up a time where a friend of mine who doesn’t smoke can get off work to pee for me. Since the urine has to keep temperature, I like to heat up the container I use to transport the subject to the testing facility. That being said, I have a twenty minute window to get from the bathroom of the clean piss to the place where the test will be administered. I threw on a tall tee and a pair of 42 x 42 corduroy pants. This gave me the room to conceal the secret sample. The container full of pee was duct taped to my leg and I was off to the races. I needed this job, for real. I’m tired of having to go the extra mile to get an entry level job because I smoke pot. If I drank beer, it would be a different story. The comparison of vices isn’t as parallel to alcohol as it is to tobacco, which if I smoked I would get breaks at work. Could you imagine if I could get blunt breaks at work, wouldn’t be much different other than odor and eye presentation. All the other shit is mental with pot, you can choose to handle it or let it handle you. It’s all in the eye of the beholder, right?
Anyways, I pull up to the piss test spot. I had smashed over there in the blazer and pulled up heavy into the parking spot. I walk into the testing facility and the first thing I notice is a giant wet spot on my butt. I’m like, “Fuck, I got to play this smooth.” I walk to the counter, no one is behind me. “Good, I’ll just keep everybody in front of me,” I thought. Mind you, I’m looking like something out of a 1997 JNCO Jeans advertisement, tall black tee on with the Giants fitted. Lets just say your boy is a smooth criminal. I don’t how much writing this piece is going to help that reputation, but a college graduate got an entry level job based on his ability to finesse a  test. Looks like college taught me something.
On the way to that same job interview, I was pulled over for a seat belt headed down the west end of northern lights. Just to be blunt, my car smells packed the fuck out. The day before my interview I had been rolling up moon rocks like my name was Kurupt. My eyes were still red as I went to my parents house to pick some clothes up and head back to my house to get ready for this important interview. So I pull into the title wave bookstore parking lot and proceed to talk to the police officer. He commented on the smell which I told him was from a previous day. The cop proceeded to put me through a OUI field test. Now this is where this article goes from joking around to a political outburst. What the fuck is that test based on? They had me counting backwards, looking in the sky, standing on one foot- all kinds of fuck shit. I could feel the highness in my eyes when the policeman put his pen in my face and made me not take my eyes off it. But somehow, someway the police officer let me off with a seatbelt ticket and a ticket for all the roaches in my car. If you are transporting weed in your car there are actually rules. There are rules and regulations in this legalized weed world that make no sense. They are based on a stigma or perception that weed is the equivalent to alcohol, which is not true. Anyways, once again the hot box hero slid again. I was so shook up about the situation I wanted to cry, but instead I rolled up all the roaches I just got a four hundred dollar ticket for and smoked them to the face in a roach blunt. Then I proceeded to the interview where amazingly enough, they ate out of my hand , squinty eyes and all. 
I guess the moral of the story is: it’s a sacrifice to smoke even if it is legal. The payoff is a red pill, blue pill situation. Once you smoke weed and you realize you can escape all this bullshit with one hit of some green, your not going back to the square life. I see many try to substitute IPA’s for their stoner lifestyle, only to find themselves drunk as shit making irrational decisions. There is something zen about smoking weed. It’s a meditation when I find myself in my car, headphones on facing a fat blunt. And honestly, I don’t know if I’d trade that for a decent salary or a normal lifestyle where I wasn’t losing my keys constantly and was more motivated. The mental clarity that I achieve through smoking weed is priceless. Everytime at the end of the year I’m always pressed with the decision of should I continue to smoke weed. It kills my pockets financially and provides a crutch for my depression. The pros and cons are always weighted when I make decisions and everytime the pros of smoking pot prevail. 
Last year, I had make the resolution to quit smoking weed in 2019. Two days into 2019 my buddy called me looking for some mushrooms. Five grams of shrooms later and I was fucking blasted off into outerspace. I had to smoke a blunt. Does that make me a weak minded individual? Because I do not have the discipline to stick with a decision I said I was going to make for myself. I’m not sure, but I do know that when you live in Anchorage, Alaska your going to be faced with this same decision. Will I let the darkness affect me? Am I bored to the point of smoking my life away? Yes. So 2019, it was nice while it lasted. Time drifted away like the white smoke coming out of my black blazer. And like that, we (me and 2019) are both gone in the mist.  
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wesfareas · 6 years
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• Excitement about eating McDonald’s •Good music •Tattoos made you a criminal •Columbia House •AOL trial discs for internet access •MTV playing music videos •Playing outside •No CGI •Riding bikes to your friends house •JNCOs •Warehouse Music •Big boxy TVs •Are You Afraid Of The Dark •Being home before the street lights came on •Tamagachis •#WesFacts
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IT Rhymes With Coulrophobia
What is it about fear that intrigues us? Is it the mystery of the unknown or the thrill of the experience that we find so alluring?
Some people are born fearful while in others fear comes with living our everyday lives and encountering things that make us feel uneasy or apprehensive. Either manifested from our now psychosis or an event, fear is natural and actually healthy. But how we deal with fear is what defines how we as individuals bloom from its seed.
  Episode Menu
00:49 - The Zipper and the Carnival ride that may or may not have ruined me. 03:15 - Just how much I loved IT. 09:13 - Isn't high school just grande! I was Ben Hanscom. 11:17 - I called Bev Marsh a bitch inside a crowded auditorium and the Friendzone does exist. 12:41 - Nostalgia and the 80's; IT took me back to the good ol' days. 14:18 - The joy of riding bikes and rolling with a crew to parts unkown. 15:14 - Good boys spend time outside with their friends and not in a library will old ladies. 17:27 - In small towns like Derry evil doesn't exist? 18:55 - IT's not that scary, but Bill Skardsgard did a good job clowin' around. Badum Bum! 19:57 - Tim Curry and Heath Ledger and setting the bar too high. 23:45 - Are the FBI really criminalizing speech by placing Juggalos on the watch list? 36:53 - Speaking of clowns... Kevin Hart's extortion plea.  
The Zipper Did Not Cause Fear of Heights but I Did It Because I Love You
When I was twelve or so, my father convinced me —kinda forced me, whatever— to ride the infamous  carnival ride known as The Zipper and when I was nineteen a woman would question my manhood.  
The IT Movie Made Me Question My Childhood
In the previous episode, I talked about what it takes to successfully adapt a film from a preexisting source material like a novel. In my movie watching experience, the best way to adapt anything into a film is to maintain the spirit of the original source material. Make whatever creative decisions necessary to complete the project, but it is important to keep the spirit of the movie fresh or else the film suffers. IT works well as just a movie. Even if I had not read the book I would enjoy this film. Why, because it does something that many films fail to do these days: make me feel something. While watching IT, I felt a longing for the moments of childhood when we would ride bicycles and find adventure. There were no killer clowns, but there was the intrigue to investigate and create our own storylines.
This That And Other News: Juggalos and Extorting Kevin Hart
Fear of the Unknown and Cultural Perception
I don’t know much about Juggalos but I do remember high school in the early nineties and these kids who would dress in JNCO shorts and wear Insane Clown Posse t-shirts. Every now and then you would see a few with face paint, but that was seldom during school hours. Do I think they belong on the government's gang Watchlist? Maybe, however, that depends on what got you on that list in the first place.
Fearful Hart - Jay’s Dish
Fear and how we show courage in different situations vary in circumstance. This moment fell into my notes as I planned this episode, and it concerns K Harts recent admission that he may have put himself in a situation where his integrity may have been compromised. Problem is: this isn't new to Kevin Hart and he told us this himself. This is absolutely no of my business, I have some thoughts...
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Article: What the Fuck Happened At The Juggalo March on Washington, by Mitchell Sunderland, Vice Kevin Hart and the Extortionist Lady
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kellyannecontent · 7 years
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i nested my speaker in my ceiling radiator to fuck with my upstairs neighbor after their lil stomp brigade, but i like it better up there now it really emanates great sound from that position. when i need to play “screaming goat 10 hours” or “10 hour airnhorn” i just form a complete seal between the speaker-face and the ceiling to muffle it a little bit. win win. zach told me this story about one of his neighbors playing alien antfarm’s smooth criminal (he actually didn’t know what it was called so he called it a ‘jnco pants version of smooth criminal’ lmfaoo) every sunday and a noise war escalating over it, that ended with him putting a sawzall in between the radiator bars that he said created the worst noise ever. i don’t have a sawzall so i tried using a power drill and it did nothing. but if i bang on the radiator with my strong lil buddha fists it gets a nice echo that probably makes for a mild annoyance. the dipshit above me really has the physical advantage coming from above but i’m resourceful and committed. 
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