CULTURE
Weed Quiets My Monkey Brain, But It’s No Cocktail
How I quit drinking, experimented with marijuana as a sleep aid, and eventually took to enjoying it recreationally
One of the great joys of drinking, for me anyway, had always been the ability to habitually lose my mind on the regular. I don’t mean in the form of going mad or losing my shit, but of putting my troubles aside aided by the blissful dimness of ethanol poisoning. It’s a near-perfect drug for that. Forget all your troubles, c’mon get happy.
I was watching a new standup special from Jim Jefferies last night, and in one part, he discussed his decision to stop drinking. To anyone who has followed his career in standup, this did not come as a shock as he’s often discussed his abusive relationship with alcohol and his on-again-off-again approach to dealing with it and the repercussions for his drunken behavior. For reasons entirely his own, he decided to quit permanently, or at least for the time being. Never say never. Shit happens.
But then he discovered weed.
“Why didn’t someone tell me?” he cried. “Weed is awesome!”
He played the room as if he was going to talk about some profound, emotional revelation that allowed him to stop drinking…
