What made me good at partying and getting stoned back in the day,
Namely not caring about anything,
Has eventually hurt me in my effort to institute integral human theory in my everyday life in the real world.
.
But then,
Obviously,
I think,
Well what the hell anyway,
They won’t let me be a teacher because I got stoned
And now weed is legal everywhere but Indiana,
I had a little black girl ask me in Colorado, “Can you be my teacher, like, EVERY day?”,
And I handed this black kid who glared at me my Bad Brains CD,
Said,
You’ll probably like them,
Smiled a little half grin,
The kind I get when I think about Vanity Fair,
And maybe,
Other means of escapes.