Peg Life Vol. 6

After all was said and done I kind of felt like the whole Good Friday Experiment topic ended up being a little forced. I said I was going to do it and I put a time limit on myself by saying it would be in the next issue and I don't think I made it as interesting as I could possibly have done. In reality the reason I even thought of it in the first place was that I was reading the Winnipeg Sun one day (Danny keeps bringing them home from 7-11 [though I would much rather read the Free Press {but that is rather irrelevant }]) when I happened upon Miss Lonelyheart's column. Normally I would pass over this section rather quickly, but for some reason this one I read (it may have been the headline though I don't remember what it was). Getting straight to the point, the letter to the column consisted of an amateurish rant regarding how magic mushrooms can open our eyes to how shitty the world is and how good it could be and that's why they are made illegal and so forth. All very derivative of Bill Hicks (he was actually plagiarized directly if I'm not mistaken) but without the irony of satire. Miss Lonelyheart apparently just laughed at the kooky nutjob who had written in to her column. It made me want to write to her and restate the case with some measure of eloquence. Not that I wish to demean the person that wrote the letter because I respect the willingness to express such views, even to an obviously incredulous audience. I just hate it when people who do drugs do dumb things (or even just things that make them seem dumb) because it gives a bad name to all people who do drugs, even the ones that aren't dumb. I realize how that may sound awfully pompous and condescending of me, though to be fair I didn't give any explicit indication that I wasn't one of the dumb ones. Until now. I do drugs and I'm not dumb. Have I done dumb things? Yes. While on drugs? No, they weren't dumb while I was on drugs.

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