Yearbook

by Seth Rogen

Also, I’ll add that cocaine is a fucked-up drug and I don’t recommend that people get into it.

I’ve been to so many bachelor parties where the shroom people are constantly coming up with ways to herd all the cocaine people into one little area so they can just bother each other with their dark rants instead of the rest of us.

It’s fantastic, and Pineapple Express wouldn’t exist without it.

I used to think a lot about why I smoked weed, but, honestly, I stopped. Because I realized the only reason I was thinking about it was because of the negative stigma, and the only reason it has a negative stigma is that it makes it easier for white people to control nonwhite people, which unfortunately is also the reason for a shitload of other things.

That’s why I smoke weed. It’s additive to my journey. It makes getting from here to there manageable and comfortable.

People criticize weed for changing your view of reality. But sunglasses literally change your view of reality, and nobody gives them a hard time for it. Weed is my sunglasses. Weed is my shoes. I’m not quite cut out for this world, but weed makes it okay.

Some of the only times in my life where I truly thought, Wow, I am TOO FUCKING HIGH, have come after eating weed food.

And then…I saw it. A place firmly nestled between nice eatery and dead-rat grillery: Burger King.

As someone who can smoke just about any amount of weed and not have it affect them negatively, I’m always having to remind myself that it’s something that can conceptually even happen.

He knew getting too high was nothing to be embarrassed by. It happens to the best of us.

After that, I guess Jack scrounged up some more resources, because he finally banned Trump from Twitter, and the following week, misinformation about the election dropped 75 percent.

When you’re so high you’re calling your employer the next day to quit your job, you know you’ve done a lot of drugs.

Whenever it got unpleasant I could steer it away, because, again, with acid it felt like I was in the driver’s seat. With shrooms, at best I’m in the passenger seat, but more often I’m strapped to the hood, holding on for dear life.

There’s something about removing myself from my normal baseline of operation that feels exciting and adventurous.