Chapstick wanted me to share another couple of things from his jail experience. The first is the evidence that no matter what you think, it’s best to keep to yourself as much as possible; to not stir the pot.
Some loud mouth short guy with a long pony tail came in on Saturday and wouldn’t stop bitching and moaning about this and that. How he didn’t agree with politics, and that’s not the way he was used to doing things. After about an hour of him stirring the pot, about 8 guys (2 from each gang) waited for him to lie down in his bunk, then surrounded it and punched the crap out of him. Then the Wood rep explained to him that he was going to follow the rules that were in place whether or not he agreed with them. The douche was shortly there after transferred to prison. Sweet!
The second thing: As Chapstick was finished with his jailed weekend, back in his street clothes, waiting to be returned his possessions and released to the world to stir things up once again, he heard what he deemed to be a notable quote to share with you all.
The other jailed, while also waiting to be released, were talking about how they couldn’t wait to get out and smoke up for the first time after a whole weekend of not. Smoking weed is big out here in California, especially now that you can walk into a dispensary and purchase it legally. From THC oils, to lollipops, to edibles, to live plants for growing your own, to hundreds of different variety including Maui Wowie (I can’t believe it’s actually real). Imagine a doctor writing a perscription for Maui Wowie, or Purple Haze. They don’t actually do that; they just give you a green card which allows you to buy whatever you want. But that’s a whole separate post.
So, Chapstick chimed in when asked about his smoking habits with “I don’t smoke, I think I’m allergic to it. I just get sick.”
The others looked completely confused and disappointed with this response.
After a short contemplative silence one of the others said, “Man, that’s like being allergic to happiness.”
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