Thursday, November 27, 2008


As a means to earn money every few weeks I have been independently hired by a company to deliver door nob ads. Don't get me wrong I hate these advertisements very much, but it's easy as shit do to and you make decent money. I'm not kidding you. For about 4 hours work I made exactly $100, which I think is pretty sweet.

Because the job is so easy it requires very little thought, which means I can do the job baked. You would be surprised at the meditative state that you can reach when delivering these ads. You become tuned out to the rest of the world and focused on deep thought. Most of this thought consists of theories involving people or things that I see. You wouldn't believe what I see. Are you aware how many different alarm companies there are, yet how few different screen door types? It's small things like that. Seeing people's arrangement of garden ornaments and wondering the story behind each one of them. Each house I deliver to has people with there own life, opinions, and story; it blows my mind.

So the other day when I was delivering these ads I was considering not smoking up until I got to the routes I knew. I would finish the new route, which by the way was 420 ads, and go get baked and do the one's that I knew because I had a strategy for them. I was thinking about this when I walked up to a house with the address 47420, I looked down at my watch and the time was 4:19, and to top it off the route I was delivering was still very much 420 ads. I don't think I need to say what choice I made.

Also on the way back I was getting pretty pissed off at the fact that sidewalks are at the side of the road. What the fuck is that shit about? Car's, which are quickly moving masses of metal and explosive liquids, are speeding only feet beside foot pedestrians. There has to be a better way of doing this.


insomniac said...

Gravity myth? BUSTED!

And as for that tale of wonder and mystery, the stoner gods hath directed you righteously.