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George Michael, who I was totally smitten with as a teen and who I'd probably see on tour in a heartbeat if he popped into town, has consistently been making himself look like a prat in the press, and this continues still.

He lit up a joint for an interview in Spain, where smokin' dope's legal, and now everyone's up his ass about it.

The problem with pot proponents is that they're all so keen to get everyone smokin' and happy and all. I smoke dope. Now, then, always, blah, blah. I go through phases. I can't be a chronic dope smoker because, a) I just can't, and b) I have shit lungs. That said, I would never advocate people to just run out and start smoking up without doing some fucking research first.

The pot advocates lie. It is NOT for everyone. I think that the whole "It's not addictive" thing is bullshit. It is. It's a psychological crutch. It's far easier to quit than most substances, including cigarettes or even a chocolate addiction. It can indeed be a gateway drug if it means that it introduces you to how fun it can be to disconnect mentally. And dope can be a vehicle for other substances, in that you can lace pot with coke or meth or acid, and don't think it doesn't happen. Hell, I shared a couple joints in Toronto a decade or so ago, only to find out later that they were heavily laced with LSD -- which I can't do 'cos I'm epileptic. (I only ever get unnoticeable petite mal seizures now, though.)

Still, I think pot has a place for a certain segment of the society. Me, I tend to TRY to use it creatively, but it's difficult. Here in Vancouver, you get what you get when you get it. You don't buy it by the strain type or whatever, like you see on Weeds. Some guy's got something, and you buy it. Simple. So, that being the case, you never really know whether you're getting an energetic dope or a slacker dope, and that's the problem that plagues me. I need the former, 'cos the latter kicks my ass something fierce.

Ah, George, you loveable fucking twit. Jesus. The guy's music's pretty damned good. (His "Songs from the Last Century" album was basically ignored by the world and is, in my opinion, his best work -- stuff like Roxanne turned into a jazzy '40s cabaret number, or Brother Can You Spare a Dime, and other classics, but all given the jazzy cabaret feel with powerful vocals.) But his judgment in real life is a fucking crock. Poor George. Nothing like being rich and insane, eh?

Gotta tell ya, if I ever cash the big cheque and make it rich and famous, at least I'll have had the pleasure of WORKING for my success. When success comes too easily, people get fucking weird. Jesus.