Sometimes getting high is an emotional trip...

My son just lay down with me on the couch...
We were watching a BBC documentary on the planet and how people go to great lengths to hunt.
Then... a feeling of eternal loss overcomes me
I realize what my dad must be feeling from losing his eldest son

With his loss...
Grief
Loss
Anger
and fear

All swirling in my chest

Around where people think their heart is...

The feeling sat in my chest for a few minutes before it passed, when I realized I would be creating many memories with my son that he'll remember for the rest of his life.

Cool shot!!

Ummm..........yeah.  Is my........?  Are my eyes deceiving me?

Mailman suspended for defecating in yard - Weird News - Canoe.ca

Mailman suspended for defecating in yard - Weird News - Canoe.ca


A bio hazard?  What does this guy eat to make it a bio hazard?  Only in America!

Midnight Rider

Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

Tonight I had a chance to do something I haven't done for a few years.  In my younger days, I used to like going out to the club scene.  I live and have lived in a large urban areas all my life.  I liked the idea of getting ready to go out.  Getting dressed, tunes, pre-party party.......

Being young and invincible we drank, smoked and drove.  Although I have done my share of drinking while under the influence, the time I refer to in this example was when I was driving but owned no car, and generally got driven everywhere.  Which is probably why I enjoyed going out so much, I was never the driver and never ever had to drive.

Tonight, I acted as a limo driver for Daughter.  She attended a function in the Big City tonight.  I was hired to pick up the three young ladies after the function was done.  At 10:20 pm, I recieved a text message that she was ready to be picked up.

Before I leave, quick hit and I'm ready to go!  I love driving into the Big City at night.  The lights along the motorways.  The blinking red tail lights.  The skyscrapers "checker board floors" (to borrow a phrase from The Tragically Hip).  I always like taking the long way to get to places, I enjoy driving.

I make my way into town, and find my "fare" at the agreed upon meeting place.  Quickly get back on the highway and on to the next task of finding a coffee shop for a quick double double for the road.

To the Eastern Suburbs we drive to drop off Function Goer #1.  Mission accomplished we head West again to taxi Function Goer #2 home.  The entire time spent on the road was 2 hours there and back.  Good tunes, nice conversation when the Function Goers and Daughter were on board. 

All in all a nice way to get out of the house late at night, something that I rarely get a chance to do anymore.  I guess that's why I never complain when I ferry my kids around.  I don't mind the process.

Less Socialized Or Good Weed?

The stash that I am currently using is a quite potent form of Jamaican.  Male Counterpart located it and was telling me how good it was.  He kept saying how high he got when smoking it.  It was not until Friday night that I finally understood what he was talking about.  You really have to experience this.   I had 2 pipe hits.  Just your normal run of the mill pipe hits.  About a 45 minutes later I was finding it hard to hold a conversation with those around me.  Daughter asked me as we pulled into to a Timmies, "Dad are you real tired or are you on something"?

There has been a bit of a running joke around the home that "Dad is less socialized, he is slower now when he comes back from work"!!  I am looking forgetful and slow witted.  I really have to laugh!!  I look that way because of the shit I'm smoking.  One pipe hit equals 2 to 3 hours high quality high.  I have only dared take 3 hits once, it was late however and no one else was awake, good thing too, I may not have been able to deal if some one had come upon me while I was in that state.  It is best for me at this point to only go for single hits every few hours.  A win win situation.

When I obtained the weed on Friday, I was dared to smoke 2 bowls.  I could not imagine how high I would be after smoking 2 bowls.  You'd probably find me standing in the middle of a field, spinning, with my hands thrown out in confusion, like an idoit looking for an idiots convention.  An interesting notion and one in need of further investigation in other locales.

In Its Infancy

This blog was created by me about a week and a half ago.  I was going through a particularly rough time, a lot of boredom at work.  I publish a post on another blog which got read by the wrong people, things were read and said.  The long and short of it was, I got censored.  They didn't like what I said and I was forced to take that blog down.  Coincidentally, I was dry at that point and had lost some money to a scumbag dealer where I reside.  That will be the topic of another post.

A rock bottom you could say.  I was considering starting the blog over again, a different name, something that could not be considered as libelous to who I am working for.  So "Inconspicuous Me" was born.  I never really published any posts on this blog.

I then thought that because my other blog has a readership that I would rather not know of my extra curricular activities, that it would be a blog about getting high and posting.  This has come to mean to me a name change is also required.  From this moment on (post publish) the new name will be

The Circle. 


I know, I'm showing a round table but bear with me.  I used to love a T.V. show called "That 70's Show".  The main characters were high school aged teens going to school and doing what kids of the 70's did.  Party!!

One of my favourite recurring scenes were of the gang sitting around a table in a circle smoking a little weed and then doing what we all have done.  Debating who was hotter, Samantha Stevens or Jeannie.  Or of whatever is current chatter between the dope smoking friends of today.  So in honour of that intention (which is what I had intended this blog to be about) I name this blog "The Circle".

Please follow and comment as much as you will.  For those of you who care to become submitters please let me know .

Tone Deaf Smokemeister

I am the Tone Deaf Smokemeister. Glad to be here. I will be using this moniker for the purpose of posting here as well as on other blogs.

I look forward to posting here and seeing what is going to get added. Please invite anyone you can think of. I will do the same.

Thinking Caps On Boys and Girls

Hello interested parties. I am begining this blog as a way of relating to other par takers of the herbal variety. I'd like to keep it as an open forum of experiences, good , bad, recent, from the not to distant past, real time..................

Well you get the idea. I'd also like t keep this by invite only. So Male Counterpart, if you are reading let me know if you would like to continue and if you know of anyone else who may wanna converse in this media. I will make invites or allow you to manage the blog as well.

As I sip a coffee and wonder when I'll take my first hit today, I reflect on last night...

.. .. uhm .. ..

Yeh... I need to blog when I'm stoned. That would work. Who can remember all the shenanigans that happen in 4 - 6 hours of being high.