Smoking A Lot Of Pot.

Daniel asked me what I had been up to during the day. On my day off? Why do you want to know?

I don’t think I mastered the straight face, got it together look, as I gazed back at him, trying to remember what the question was. He looked genuinely disappointed in my response.

My family think I have a problem with dope. They are all starting to mention it. (All the ones who don’t smoke pot, really, why do you feel you even need to have an opinion, however)

“Have you laid off it, even for a day,” asked Daniel.

“I don’t smoke it when I go to work.”

“But you smoke it when you get home.”

“Not every night.”

“Most nights,” said Daniel.

“Okay, most nights,” I said. “So, what.”

“It’s not good for you?”

“Show me the research you are basing this on?” You know, seriously, I expect more from Daniel. Clearly, Amanda has gotten in his ear.

“What?” asked Daniel. On the ropes I thought.

“It was a very straight forward question,” I said. “Where is you peer based research on which you are basing your opinion?”

“Do you know how boring you are when you are stoned constantly.”

“You see, that is not evidence based, that is opinion…”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” said Daniel. “And do everyone a favour and lay off the fucking pot, will you.” Then he stomped off to his room.

Seriously, I thought. He needs to get laid, or something.