God Bless the Pusherman...

 

pass-anotherWhen I woke up yesterday, I was reminded by the third string morning anchor of my local NBC affiliate (which reminds me to thank Jabba the Hutt for letting the Rancor out of his dungeon this morning to cover the 5 am news shift) that today, the Friday after Thanksgiving, is "Black Friday-known as such due to that day being the day they go "into the black" for the year (thanks to door buster shams and a shitload of media hype).  But by the end of the day, it would be a Black Friday for a different reason, as today will be a day that lives in infamy...


 

For today was the day my pot dealer retired...


 

It did not come as a surprise, as this is the dream of any self respecting pot mover not looking to make marijuana a long term goal... the day when you can walk away from the game.


 

For some, the day comes through a jack boot kicking through your front door, complete with lots of harassment, embarrassment, and all your shit being rifled through.  For others, the day comes when that happens to the next rung up the ladder (or the one just below) forcing you to have a not so subtle "Come to Jesus" moment with yourself.


 

But this happened to be on his own terms, which is something I think we can all respect.


 

I mean, after all, who wants to spend the rest of their life looking over their shoulder doing "solids" for friends while the entire resources of the United States government are keenly focused on making sure that your life is miserable for doing so.


 

PE-weedAnd while I am shuffling my feet in a pity parade for one, cursing my bad fortune, it does give me pause for a moment to ponder on the fortune I have had for so long...


 

Nothing good lasts forever


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Not sex...


 

Not love...


 

Not even hate...


 

And for those of you who partake in the Devil's lettuce, you know how good a reliable hook up is.


 

And this hook up was better than most.


 

nugzFor seven years, the hook always came through.  Even in the driest of droughts (including the Great Famine of '05, something that to this day the mere mention of still breaks heavy tokers in the 813 into cold sweat panics), this hook up came through, keeping me swimming in a sea of green the likes of which made me the envy of my friends.


 

But it had to end, like all good things do.


 

It could not last forever... nothing can!


 

To do so would violate every natural law (not to mention a few of the unnatural ones...)


 

old_hippie_very_old_hippies_1There is nothing sadder than watching a great champion sputter out, a shadow of his former self... nothing more tragic than being too old for the club.  So is the same for aging dealers; desperately hanging on to credibility in a young man's game.


 

There will be other hook ups, to be sure...


 

weed-dealerOther men willing to so the Lord's work, if you will, of bringing the funky green to the masses (that is until the Government finally gets it into their heads that it would be far more convenient for everyone to just start taxing me all ready...For Christ sake, I am lauding my drug dealer!).


 

And in these hard economic times, no doubt, there will be no shortage of young entrepreneurs willing to fill the medicinal void in my area.


And while I am aware of all of this (as well as positive that the sun will rise tomorrow), for a moment I choose to take quiet reflection...


Might this be my swan song as well??? 


For years I have said that people do not quit smoking marijuana for the most part, just can't find anyone to sell it to them so they simply stop looking.  Might this be my stop looking moment? 


Only time will tell.  But what I do know is that for tonight I will be smoking one for my homie...for his health and for my sorrow.  Let Smoking-marijuanatomorrow bring the soul searching (and the street beating)!  But for today, let me remember happier times. 


For today will live in infamy....


Today the world changed.


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