*name have been changed to protect the idiot* Last year, a boy by the name of *Frank* moved to my school. He came and sat down with my group of friends early that year, and then continued to seek me out in the hallways because he didn’t know anyone else yet. Now, I don’t know Frank very well, although he did invite me to train hop to Minnesota with him (with only Doritos as sustenance), but he’s important to me as a role model of what to never let my life become.
Don’t get me wrong, Frank cracks me up. He’s an interesting character, but he’s not exactly the type of person you get buddy-buddy with. Why? He’s high literally every time I see him.
I’ve never met a bigger stoner. Here’s an example: Frank came up to Bart and I as we were eating lunch one time. Earlier that week, he’d mentioned his intention to go into the military, so he decided that he would “stay clean”. So that day at lunch he claimed that he’d been clean for several days. Literally in the middle of us congratulating him, some kid walked up to him and went “hey we’re smoking out in the parking lot. You coming?” and Frank answers “yeah in a sec.”
Bart and I exchanged looks. “I don’t think he understands the irony there.”
The reason that Frank is important to me is because he is the exact model for what I never want to be. He’s happy, sure, but that’s because he’s smoked away every last brain cell available. I don’t think he ever went to class, and I doubt he’ll get anywhere with his life; past McDonalds, that is.
The moral of this story? Stop freaking smoking pot. It’s not worth it. A few hours of being completely blissful don’t make up for a life time of idiocy and unfinished business. Think about it.
