Sometimes I just get too baked to write this stuff. My motor skills occasionally lack the precision required for typing up an article. This line just took three minutes to write. [Ed: It took even longer to correct all the typos.] But hey, no worries! Itís Saturday morning, the seventh day of Spring, Iím baked, and I have all the time in the world to write this article. [Ed: Deadline was the previous Monday.]
Our Editor-in-Chief Neomi Rao, although a fine editor and the fearless leader of the YFP, doesnít understand the artistic difficulties I face. I am consistently the last to get my article in, sometimes not at all, and Iím sure that she says to herself (or maybe to others?), ďThat Dormouse guy is such a flake... Figures...Ē [Ed: Actually, the Dormouse is a shank.] But while sheís saying that and working her butt off all weekend in YFP production, Iím at home saying to myself, ďIím sooo baked, I have a furry cat in my lap, and I have nothing but unadulterated pleasure and entertainment ahead of me today. Life is goooood...Ē So now I ask my readership, which situation would you rather be in? Sure, I can be as flaky as a good croissant, but I guarantee that Iím having a lot more fun than all the angel food cakes out there.
Life at Yale moves really quickly, and I fear that too many people come
through this magical place with their attentions too focused on the future.
What about the here and now? These have been without a doubt the best years
of my life and pot has had no small part in that. Everybody needs to slow
down sometimes and reflect, enjoy and relax. Everyone is running around
freaking out about their senior essays and looking for jobs (incidentally,
Iím going to shoot the next person who says i-banking) [Ed: Only because
you want an interview.] What this school needs is a Cross Campus Smoke
Out. Get a kind band to come and play, and letís get really stoned, frolic
about, and celebrate the arrival of Spring.
I just took a break from writing this article to go see Sirens with Elle MacPherson. [Ed: I didnít know you two were friends.] This movie is great. Elle looks really sweet and the lesbo stuff is really hot! Movies, too, are really kind when baked, but now itís 5:30 and my editor is starting to froth at the mouth like a rabid dog.
Iíve got a little something that can cure that problem, but I think that Iíll have to indulge on her behalf. I was getting kinda sober anyway. I think that Iíll roll a joint. Nothing beats a fat hooter, outside on a lawn bench somewhere with the sun shining. You know what Iím talking aboutówhen youíre getting hella baked outside, kicking back, watching the clouds form the faces of foreign dignitaries and common circus animals, [Ed: Are lions and tigers and bears so common?] with a lush spliff between your fingers...
Yale, this budís for you!
óThe Dormouse is the YFPís correspondent to the Underworld
Joseph A. P. De Feo
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