Jamie Jones

Back when weed started  
getting legalized,
a friend of mine,
was asking me questions about it.  
Just by her line of questioning,
I could tell she was
 trying to decipher whether I smoked,or not.
She was definitely feeling me out.
We hadn't ever discussed it.
  
I thought of this thing Mitch Hedburg had said.
My version was,"I used to smoke weed...I still do but...I used to...to."
  
I didn't say it,I only thought it.
Sometimes I amuse myself with
absurd thoughts and words,
it would seem.
I also remember thinking,
"The first rule of vice club,
is you do not talk about vice club."
  
She was young and,my generation
didn't discuss such things as openly.
I'm not sayin' that I smoked.
I'm just saying that
I wouldn't share with her,if I did.
*wink*
  
Oh,did my wink give me away?
  
Of course,I used to smoke everyday.
It was certainly a vice.
When I didn't have it I was
a big fat baby about it.
  
Bib and all.
Tantrums,and rants.
Spoiled rotten.
  
All of the animals in the house,    
would cower at my presence.    
I will not fail to mention that,  
poor Mrs.Jamers  
had to live with that jerk.
  
I referred to myself as a different person,
when I had no weed.
Jamie Jones.
If you smoke,and you like The Clash
if you know my name,
you might get the reference.There's
a Cheech &Chong reference in there,too.  
Jamie Jones was a spoiled prick.
  
It isn't addictive.
Those weren't withdrawals.
It was spoiled child,not getting his way.
  
I am Jamers' incessant need.
  
I use this example as a mental measuring stick...    
when I'm feeling bitchy about ANYTHING.
"Am I being a selfish shit?"
Sometimes.
  
I don't always behave like a spoiled brat,
not for very long.
I don't believe our loved ones
should have to pay prices,
for our vices.