“Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.”
- Charles Bukowski
"For me, this group of four black-and-white snapshots is nothing short of monumental in my tiny life. It's me smoking pot for the first time. My dad was taking the picture and I was handling the joint to a pretty girl who was about to take her top off. I had only been in L.A. for a day or two and was on my way to doing almost everything imaginable in that kitchen."
- Anthony Kiedis
Choose weed. Choose a dealer. Choose your rolling papers. Choose a bong. Choose mind numbingly long conversations about fuck all. Shoose home grown. Choose frequent holidays to Amsterdam. Choose red eye. Choose The biggest pizza possible for when the munchies kick in. Choose to have no real concept of time. Choose paranoia, Choose chilling with mates. Choose hallucination about a giant green hedgehog following you home. Choose hot rock burns on your favourite jacket. Choose watching Cheech & Chong. Choose skunk. Choose super skunk. Choose Thai. Choose Afghan. Choose hash. Choose northern light. Choose hiding your stash from the police. Chose spilling dirty dong water on your carpet. Choose a fake Jamacian accent. Choose space cakes. Choose brown finger tips. Choose your mums best pans to cook a mix. Choose throwing a whitey. Choose mooching off your friends. Choose waking up on Wednesday wondering where the weekend went.......................