I’ve just got home from work and in exactly six hours I’ll be out in the elements for another day’s work, with no break. My only meal today was a pie — the rest was cake, chocolates and smokes.
I feel like a rubbish bin. ~ ~ ~ My friend Barry’s been busted for acid.
Rick went to the peace meeting tonight and Carol was in the march. ~ ~ ~ I went in to work today, sat down and lit a smoke.
Sam walked in, fanned the air, said how smoky the air was and that he smelt “marijuana”. My boss Oz’s ears pricked up and he asked Sam: “What made you say that?” Sam just meant it as a joke but Oz said “Interesting to hear you say that after what we’ve just been discussing.”
He sat down beside me, watched me for a while then said: “What do you know about ‘marijuana’?”
I replied “not much, why?”
Then followed a barrage of questions about my involvement with pot and drugs in general.
I told him I had not been on it here but that he had to accept the fact that it’s everywhere. He then warned me that investigations were being made. I talked to Carol and she said the management was concerned cos she was in the peace march.
When I returned from tea my workmates bombarded me with “We hear you’re on pot!” But those idiots don’t even know the difference between pot and acid, let alone what to do with them.
You can’t even start to tell them.
