I remember the day some guys I didn’t know well
were getting more and more spaced out on weed.
Another guy not spaced out on weed, began to
talk about some serious problems he had.
But the spaced out guys on weed didn’t care. They
said don’t bring us down,
meaning fuck you and your whining we’re too high
to listen to your petty problems.
The guy, rejected, walked to his car, got in, looked out
his car window, and shouted to the spaced out guys …
“Fuck you too!”
Bob Boyd