I’d smoke with my old high school crew. Not as we were, not as we are now, more like with today’s mind
and yesterday’s body, age and spirit. All the wisdom that age affords—or lack of—and our wild youth. I would love to see us all mentally mature, still as kids, ditching class and hanging out where we likely shouldn’t.
Sure I thought of a bunch of famous names, but ultimately decided that I don’t know them. I say this because I met Neil Armstrong at a book signing. As smart as I am, I found myself acting like a 12 year old girl meeting their rockstar crush. Too intimidated to be myself, I fumbled and had my “I carried a watermelon” moment...and that was sober. If he lit a joint up I would’ve shit myself silly.