Over the years, I’ve had to give up several recreational substances that those around me considered harmless, fun or downright essential. Generally, I ingested & suffered, ingested & suffered right up to the day when a still, small voice earnestly asked if I really enjoyed the suffering. Since the answer was no, that’s when I’d finally stop.
Funny that your music selection was Huey Lewis. I knew him — and his mom, Magda — around the time of this recording. It was his mom who was the real Summer-of-Love hippy-chick stoner. (I have stories.) Huey, on the other hand…I could never tell if his straight-arrow image was a put-on, or regular generational rebellion.
Meanwhile, stay safe please. By all means, avoid anything that causes side effects or symptoms, ha?
