Maybe the most desperate thing I've ever done was just now. I left all my weed up in the attic, where I'm allowed to smoke, but only when it's "safe." Just a little bit ago I wanted to have some stashed downstairs for tonight, cause I gotta celebrate tonight.

I have one of those attics where the entrance is just a hole in the ceiling, no stairs, so to get up there (without dragging the Gorilla ladder from the garage) I had to stack two rickety old chests and an amplifier, and then even with all that I had to shimmy up on the weak shelves of the walk-in closet.

Once I got up there I scrambled over a bunch of splintery wood looking for the light switch. It was fucking sweltering up there too.

Getting down was even harder/scarier, but none of it matters. All that matters is I got my weed.