Pot And Politics

Tonight was another trip to my sister’s house, although it was pleasantly lacking in political discourse. You see, when my brother-in-law drinks, he gets socially aggressive. And last week, that social aggression manifested in his attempts to get me to explain my dislike of Sarah Palin.

Which is all well and good except for the fact that I was high as a kite when I visited last week. You see, my sister’s friend (name redacted) offered me a pipe the moment I got there and I proceeded to enact a scene from a Cheech & Chong movie in their backyard.

Being pressured to explain my political views at such a time was akin to asking a toddler why they like ice cream. “Um, ‘cos I do?” I’m sure I could have answered questions like, “Is Pink Floyd cool?” Or, “Aren’t snowflakes awesome?” Absolutely! But trying to explain my views on parental notification or bonds for children's hospitals is downright impossible when the only thing running through my head is “Woah!”

This is why I declined the pipe this week. Not because I don’t like pot or anything. It was because I wasn’t drunk enough yet to forget when getting high is a bad idea. But this time there was no political discourse! Said brother-in-law just got sleepy on the couch and my sister and I were left to talk about music.

“Was I really responsible for you listening to Bowie?”

“You betcha. Yaz, too.”

“Oh…”