Okay, you guys, so no matter how hard I try I seriously cannot get anywhere now that I read Linda’s prompt. She’s graciously allowing us to use it as a noun or an adjective or a verb but she could light a bonfire for us to dance around under a full moon and it wouldn’t make a difference, I’d still be sitting here thinking one thing.


What’s the big deal, Laura? you might ask. Just write the stupid post about pot and be done with it. And that’s where irony rears its head.

Despite the nutty of my teen years, during which I’ll willingly admit there may have been more than my fair share of late nights and curfew violations and illicit wine coolers (my teeth hurt just writing that one) there were – remarkably – no joints. I mean, I guess there were joints at some of those parties, there must have been when you crunch the numbers, but I never had my ABC Afterschool Special “I don’t need pot to be cool, Karen!” moment.

I never really saw joints at high school parties – well, except for graduation night. I ended up at somebody’s house that night, somebody I didn’t normally hang out with, with a bunch of people I didn’t know all that well. I remember a small room above the garage? Or maybe the kitchen? Give me a break, man, it was thirty freaking years ago. But I remember kids sitting in a circle, passing around a joint and listening to music, and all I could think was seriously, your parents are cool with this??

Oh my, the lessons of 1989.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “joint.” Use it as a noun, an adjective, or a verb–use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!