July 10, 2008
You Know How We’ll Save the World? By Getting High
By Connor McHugh, Vermont Pot Head
McHugh: Another Cliché Stoner for Utopia
(Montpelier, VT)—Friends, we live in dangerous times. The war in Iraq, a tanking economy, poor healthcare, and an underachieving educational system are all the result of a failed political paradigm. That’s why a whole new generation of progressive neo-hippies like me are bold enough to say YES, we can change the world for the better.
How are we going to do this? By getting high.
Regardless of how exhausted I am from the previous day, I get up at the crack of ten and smoke a bowl. Now sometimes I’m still high from the night before and all I have left is some resin. But when I think of those kids starving in Mozambique or whatever, I know that I must rock the ganj as a political statement against oppression and the high price of gas. (I’m kinda between cars right now, so I don’t really drive, but gas prices are totally ridiculous.)
Then I promptly stroll down to Capitol Grounds, the best coffee shop on earth, where I serve customers their preferred blend of java while politely engaging in socially relevant debates. At least I think I do—the first few hours of my shift are always a blur. Then Gabriel—he’s the Navajo dishwasher—fires up the bong right before dinner and, being a man who greatly respects religious ceremonies, I partake of the holy bud with him.
But nothing I do makes a bigger impact than my open mic performances on Tuesday nights. My eclectic stylies are a mix between early Dylan, late Marley, and mid-era Tom Waits. I only have three songs right now, but when that crowd of thirteen people hears me tear through “Mary Jane Is the Mother of Us All,” they can’t help but to think about this presidential election, and taxes, and like, CHANGING THE FUCKING WORLD!!!
McHugh: Another Cliché Stoner for Utopia
(Montpelier, VT)—Friends, we live in dangerous times. The war in Iraq, a tanking economy, poor healthcare, and an underachieving educational system are all the result of a failed political paradigm. That’s why a whole new generation of progressive neo-hippies like me are bold enough to say YES, we can change the world for the better.
How are we going to do this? By getting high.
Regardless of how exhausted I am from the previous day, I get up at the crack of ten and smoke a bowl. Now sometimes I’m still high from the night before and all I have left is some resin. But when I think of those kids starving in Mozambique or whatever, I know that I must rock the ganj as a political statement against oppression and the high price of gas. (I’m kinda between cars right now, so I don’t really drive, but gas prices are totally ridiculous.)
Then I promptly stroll down to Capitol Grounds, the best coffee shop on earth, where I serve customers their preferred blend of java while politely engaging in socially relevant debates. At least I think I do—the first few hours of my shift are always a blur. Then Gabriel—he’s the Navajo dishwasher—fires up the bong right before dinner and, being a man who greatly respects religious ceremonies, I partake of the holy bud with him.
But nothing I do makes a bigger impact than my open mic performances on Tuesday nights. My eclectic stylies are a mix between early Dylan, late Marley, and mid-era Tom Waits. I only have three songs right now, but when that crowd of thirteen people hears me tear through “Mary Jane Is the Mother of Us All,” they can’t help but to think about this presidential election, and taxes, and like, CHANGING THE FUCKING WORLD!!!
Labels: Getting High, Save the World