I remember when I was a younger man, and I used to party to get psyched up to go out to another party. It’s hard for an old man like me to believe, but I would drink an entire 6-pack of beer just to pregame for the real drinking to come later. I would start taking pills in the middle of the afternoon, just so I would feel “right” when it came time to go dancing or see a show. These days I still do the same things – I drink booze, eat pills, and smoke cannabis – but in a much more controlled way. After a couple of belts of whiskey and a full marijuana joint I am in no condition to go out and do anything! I suppose this is all a part of getting older, but since I am still young at heart I refuse to give up whiskey and cannabis. My doctor says that whiskey and cannabis are both a lot more dangerous at my age. I told my doctor “that’s fine, I will stop smoking marijuana and drinking bourbon just as soon as I die.” I played it off like a joke, but I am not so sure it is a joke. Without a daily dose of cannabis to keep me mellow, is life even worth living? At my age all I have left is aches and pains and a slow decline in my physical health. I might live a few more years if I give up whiskey and cannabis, but those added years would be pretty boring.