The title may be deceptive. No, I'm not referring about me. Myself, I'm done with "the lady", you know, what is called "Maria Joana," or "grass," "weed," whatever curious name they refer to this frbidden vegetable, known in the biology ways, genre Cannabis, and species, either "sativa", or "indica" and also "ruderalis", or whatever I don't even know about. If you want to know the full details on this plant, ask a Dutchman, preferrably from Amsterdam itself.
Me? I'm done with my infatuation with her. Ther comes a time in a depressed fucked-up like me that he's gotta realize, and admit to himself, "I'm a fucking addict to this, and it does me no good." Yeah, I was a hardcore stoner. I'll admit, throw stones at me, insults or whatever - I've narrated here how much of an addict I'd become, going thru great dangers to acquire this thing, from going to the slums with a former stoner friend of mine to purchase it, and even nit-picking leftovers of them "roaches" at the "Cannabis Central Park" of this lousy city, you know, the affamed "Praça do Papa", also known as "4/20 square" by yours truly.
But I've had to put an end to it all. It WAS, indeed, messing up with my treatment for depression, because, well, I just couldn't handle it like a occasional user. I was a fucking pothed, if I had it, I'd go 24/7 stoned as fuck, and like the fucking(begone, begone) "Dr Evil" himself told me, probably the only actually accurate and true information he'd gave me, I was "self-medicating with it, on a fucking high rate." And when I started on the Parnate, I've undergo that potentially dangerous way of getting me a lot of the stuff, for free, from the remains of all those roaches left behind by stoners at said public place, int the dark of night, a madman picking up scraps of them roaches, and I imagine I was on the brink of getting into some serious danger with the other people that did the same as I did, BUT they were beggars, bums and whatnot.
So, yeah. I'm done with her majesty Stoner-Lady. I just can't handle it, and it was fucking me up, badly. But the funniest thing happened yesterday, and this where I acted as a "helping hand" to a stoner in need. I was waiting for my bus, smoking the well, I can't really tell why tobbacco is legal, and Cannabis isn't, but either way, I was there smoking my straw fag, and I saw one guy approaching the bus stop, he seemed to be quite the happy fella, that was the "energy" he transmitted. The bus was still at least 15 minutes away, and when I was done with my cig, I threw it in the bin - I don't litter, I hate those who do - and this fella approached me, and asked about the way we "mineiros" like to smoke these straw cigarrettes, and I snickered, "Yeah, I prefer these to regular, out-of-the box Marlboros or wahtever."
And then he asked me, "But do you know where I could get some 'green', man? I'm from Rio de Janeiro(which I already deduced by their particular accent), and I'm leaving tomorrow, and you know, I have a need of just a bit, just to unwind and shit," Then I smiled, despite of myself, I thought, "Eheheheh, it takes one stoner to know one, amirite?" So I said to him, "Man, you gotta go to the Praça do Papa, you'll most certainly get some there." and he told me, "Yeah, so I was told by another friend, I've even tried to get it at Praça Sete..." And I go, "No way man, you'll get in trouble trying to get it there, trust me - you'll want to go the 4/20 square." and gave him all the information he needed, the bus to take - which was the same one I was waiting for, you know, "the miracle-when-it-shows-up", the 4103, it's the only way to get there withou too much hassle.
And we chatted about the city itself, how he felt so much more refreshed here - I can only imagine the fucking INFERNO Rio de Janeiro must be these days - and then the bus came, we got in, I thought of even offering to pay for his fare, because I got way too much accumulated bus fare credits on my card, but he paid himself, so, okay, there you go. We sat in separate seats, but side by side, with the bus row in between us, and he kept saying, that he hadn't been here for 30 years, he liked how the city is arborized, and it's a nice thing, I agree, at least it cool us down a bit, I suppose, and when we got near the place, I told him, "Ther's the square, You'll want to step out in the next stop, ang et to the middle of it- ask for the affamed "chá", and I can guarantee you'll get some, at least."
He thanked me a million, and left, and I suppose I'll never see him again, but I believe I dind't steered him wrong. As a former "scholar" on the subject of acquiring "the Lady", I do know that it's not the best place to buy it, for the fucking pushers around there are all motherfuckesrs, who'll take your money and give you WAY less than it's worth. But I couldn't just steer him to the slums near the "Serra" neighbourhood, that was the place I've often bought it at the lowest price possible, when I was an uncorrigible stoner myself.
Oh well, I really hope he was able to get what he wanted - just a bit, like he said, because see seemed to be not a total professional pothead like I was, just a "regular John" user, not abusing it like I did, on my heydays.
So, that was my, in a way, twisted, "good deed" towards a stranger for yesterday. And surprisingly enough, he wasn't an asshole, like most of the younger "cariocas" usually are - he was a nice guy, so why not lend a helping hand? I might not be a stoner anymore, but I totally get it, y'know, he just wanted a bit, just to unwind, for he was going back to Rio today. Just imagine, if this HELL we are having on our thermometers are like a tolerable temperature for him, I can only imagine how HELLISH Rio must be on this particular summer we are having.
Well, I hope you've got what you needed, "single-serving friend" of yesterday. Here's to you, man. Bon voyage, my unknown "friend".
