Early Morning with Marley and Marijuana

I think I realize how society, and the order it creates, is important. It helps prevent atrocious things from happening on a regular basis. I can sleep well knowing Manang G. will not just up and decide, in the middle of the night, to stab me, my uncle, and my uncle's baby, and then cut our bodies up for soup. Society--born in one, living in one, affected by one--deters most individuals from acting on baser instincts, freeing mankind to pursue progress.

What? No current music feature here? Anyway, I've decided to revisit to Marley. I woke up today, at the ungodly hour of 9 am, to a nasty hammering outside my window. Workers were hired last week to maintain the house infrastructure, and now they're at my part of the house, repairing the roofing and the gutters outside my room. I figured they could use some good music while they worked, so why not Marley? Simple, straightforward music to work to.

And since I'm playing Marley already, why not smoke up as well? The workers wouldn't see. I always close my curtains at night, to slow the dawn down. The smoke was riskier. Thankfully, my room is in a corner, with windows facing the side and front of the house. The workers were on the side. I loaded my pipe, took a few hits, and exhaled the smoke out the front window, where the workers couldn't see. The wind carried the scent away from the house.

Whoosh.

There's something about Marley that makes potheads reach for a spliff, some inexorable primal attunement to good vibrations. Halfway through my Marley playlist and deep into my trip, I rediscover why.