Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir
Just kill me now, LORD! I'd rather be dead than alive, because nothing I predicted is going to happen. – Jonah 4:3

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Weed

Kathy was out when I went home to pack for the drive to Philly. I grabbed some clothes and stuffed a suitcase with what I would need. I wrote a brief note to Kathy. I then headed over
to Paul’s place. I needed weed for the road. When I told him about my father’s passing, he gave me a large bag of his best stuff. No charge.
I went back to the apartment where I had a couple of boxes of instant brownie mix. Whipping up the batter, I mixed in a generous amount of the Acapulco Gold given to me by Paul. Within forty five minutes, I diced the brownie into small pieces and munched on a few. I left out for Philly with my mind and mood anesthetized by the weed. I turned up the volume of the music, drifting off into a state of mindlessness. I tried not to think. The oblivion helped me to focus on driving. I ate more brownies. I drove the seven hour trip without stopping.

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In Philadelphia, tired and hungry, I went first to my grandmother’s house. It was early morning and she was still in bed when I rang the doorbell. She came down to the door, and I managed to walk in without her knowing that I was high. I sat with her at the kitchen table. She made a pot of coffee. I leaned back in my chair, sipping coffee and eating my brownies.

“May I have one of those?” She reached out a hand.

“---No. You really wouldn’t like them,” I said to her, pushing her hand back. “I sort of burned them.”

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"...Weed I picked her up at the entrance of the college. “Nice car,” she said as I drove to her apartment complex. Reaching her building, I parked and she invited me in. The one-bedroom apartment ..."
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"... to know what normal feels like. My life was full of ifs, and buts. I also became friends with Paul, a local drug dealer, who became my sole source for Weed and cocaine and any other illicit drug I wanted. ***** One evening, Kathy ..."
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"... I was about to leave, then remembered that I still had a sheet of acid in my shirt pocket. I thought of Miriam’s trip on acid, and my near disaster of imagining that I could fly. I’ll stick to smoking Weed and snorting cocaine, I told myself. ..."
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"... with what I would need. I wrote a brief note to Kathy. I then headed over to Paul’s place. I needed Weed for the road. When I told him about my father’s passing, he gave me a large bag of his best stuff. No charge. I went back to the apartment where I had a couple of boxes of ..."
"...Weedinstant brownie mix. Whipping up the batter, I mixed in a generous amount of the Acapulco Gold given to me by Paul. Within forty five minutes, I diced the brownie into small ..."

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"...Weedead of going to my classes on this day when I was feeling particularly depressed, I wandered off into the woods behind the campus. I wanted to shake off my misery and unhappiness by smoking large amounts of Weed. When the ..."

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"... to drag me into. The buildings that remained looked dilapidated and deserted. I had to search for the railroad tracks that Ada Mama and I used to walk into town. The tracks were hidden by Weeds and trees. The road leading to the grave yard was now paved. Oh how I remembered that ..."
"...Weedmayor's every move. The adjustment didn't come easily. All of my life, I been able to do anything I felt big enough to do without a concern or worry who was watching. Now, I was working in a job that required being self-conscious, aware and careful of how ..."

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