Holiday High

[Woodman]

WARNING: Rambling
post, ahead!

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I love the holidays!

This is the time of year when days are shorter, the
weather is cooler, and everyone seems overtaken
with a sense of childlike wonder in eager
anticipation of the coming holidays.

For me the season brings back wonderful memories
of a misspent youth, when resinous buds lined with
tiny white crystals would stick to your fingers emitting
a fragrant, floral aroma that brought forth a different
kind of anticipation.

SWiM can remember when a 3 gm bag came
in a vacuum sealed plastic bag (remember the
“seal-a-meal” machine?), sneaking out late on a
weekend night to smoke a joint with a friend, and
when it was all over thanksgiving left-overs were like
manna from heaven.

There was turkey everywhere; too much turkey, and
indeed for the week following Thanksgiving, it might
actually have been possible to get sick from it, except
when the MUNCHIES kicked in.

Christmas Holidays meant a two weeks with no
school, and that meant two weeks to get high
whenever you damned well felt like it.

This was also the time of year to raid your parents
liquor cabinet; as long as you didn’t drink too much
your parents would never notice it missing because
it was likely to be consumed more frequently at
Christmas, anyway

These are just a few random memories of
Christmas-season’s high from many winters past.