Puppies For Pot

I have no problem being real with you guys, so here goes.  I've been thinking a lot lately about smoking some pot.  Yeah, it's against the law and my job can drug test me if they want, but with my high blood pressure, it just seems like a little "chill time" would do me more good than any of the bad stuff that could happen as a result of it.

So what happened? Well, I met Gus the puppy.  After some tragedies that I won't discuss here, I swore I'd never love another living thing again, then Gus came along. You see my friend needed help taking care of this abandoned puppy, so I thought I'd help her.  I don't even know how long it had been since I'd been around a tiny puppy; we've always just taken strays that were older.  Gus makes me happy. He also demands my full attention when we hang out. I can't stress about work, bills, or anything, I just play with Gus, then we take a nap and then wake up and start all over again.

So, in the end, I have a new friend and I can still pass a pee-pee test.  Oh, and Gus says "Happy Xmas!" to everyone.