We celebrate the pothead’s achievements:
He rips the resonated tip off of a joint paper
and sprinkles it on top of a salvaged bowl.
He’s not the junkie.
He’s not the homeless man making the rounds.
He’s got life left.
Here’s to the burnout.
May you live your life like the rest of us,
desperately chasing each our own,
and learning to be content with a waning satisfaction.
– Los Angeles, CA