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I just watched the movie traffic and it got me thinking about some issues that are actually in the media lately. Actually they might not be, I don't really follow the media. Forget the previous 2 sentences, I'm abandoning the pretense that I am in any way aware of what issues are in the media.

Imagine that Canada is relaxing on the prosecution of small pot offences and it looks like steps towards the legalization of marijiruana. I think that is a terrible idea, and I'm not saying this to endorse the views of any religions or to suggest that straight-edge is anything but a bunch of chickenshit wieners. Here's my reasoning.

Think of all the people that legalization is going to put out of work. College kids, prozac addled middle aged bohemian artists and weekend hippie/weekday yuppies on their way to folk festivals buy their weed from guys who may seem harmless in their silly hats, but those drug dealers are just the presentable front line. Behind them is an army of self employed risk friendly entreprenuers who have a propensity for making a living outside the regular 9 to 5.

There's a fucking reason those guys sell drugs for a living. Here's a hint, its not because they didn't like all the overtime they had to put in down at Price Waterhouse. They chose the job drug dealer because the non-illegal job market wasn't really their cup of tea. Now if the government starts selling prescription joints at Shoppers Drug Mart these guys are suddenly out of business.

Maybe this is just the wake up call that drug dealers need to clean up their act. Maybe they will ditch that can't win attitude and really try to be somebody. Or maybe they'll just switch to stealing. I'm sure some will try working at gas stations or burger king, but how long is that gonna last? 1 paycheck. Maybe I'm being a pessimist.

Another argument is why bother, its already everywhere anyway. Does anyone think marijiruana hard to get now? If I believe what I see in the movies its already easier to find the weed than the Dark Side of The Moon box set to accompany it. At least while its illegal getting it is a slight challenge for the potheads. It gives them something to organize themselves a little. Don't take that away from them.

They say weed is a gateway drug, which means it leads to harder drugs. I doubt that is common, but I have seen it happen. I have seen drugs fuck up reasonable people.

So does booze though and I drink like a Russian. But as a society we permit the release valve of booze because otherwise people would go insane. As a result we get homicides, drunk driving and all the funniest fat guys in parking lots doing gymnastics you'll ever see on COPS. We trade off the carnage for the freedom to escape our boring lives and in my specific case to look and act like Garfield.

So I'm anti-drug, and not just for me, but for the children!

On the topic of growing up, I've made a decision which was partially inspired by my older brother.

I think my brother doesn't like it when I write about him. He's probably one of the most together and reliable people I know. He does have a tendency to initiate rather long and winding sentences and to ramble about some stupid computer game he's playing, as if I care, but he's practically a genius. Also he has this hilarious habit. When we're driving around sometimes we'll see someone standing somewhere or doing something which will look a little odd and he will say:

"Look at that woman, she is obviously crazy. Look how crazy she is."

"What are you talking about?" I will reply.

"Look at her eyes, she looks insane."

This conversation inevitably decays into me saying he drives like a wimp, but suffice it to say he's a funny and smart guy. I trust his advice. Although I usually ignore it I often ask for his opinion. He thinks I'm stalling in the past and I should be looking forward. He's 100% right.

I used to have a dream. I wanted to write a good novel. I temporarily abandoned that idea since it was more fun to procrastinate and imagine what it would be like to have it done instead of actually doing anything about it.

Well I'm going to do it. And here's the plot. I have no idea, but its gonna have love, greed, sex and death and one chapter written entirely in spanish. The title I already have, its going to be called Hurricane Warning. Also the book is going to have a hurricane which will be instrumental to the story in some way that I'm not going to tell you. Or it might not. In fact I've already given away too much.

Chapter One.

Adios.

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