RMC

I have to admit, I don’t think I’m a good writer. When I write I just try to express a feeling, emotion or just have fun.

What I’ve failed to do in the past is empathize with my readers. Connect more. I just know the liberating feelings that come with expressing what I do here.

I don’t do drugs despite what some might think. I don’t even drink. In a perfect world some things could be spared being called a drug or a crime. Especially when jails are filled with people who like to eat, watch movies and sports while committing no crime except wanting to relax and unwind smoking a little herb. I mean really.

So I don’t understand even the stigma associated with what I call relaxing. You may call it chilling, 420 or whatever. Who cares.

I thought jail was and should be for monsters but here in the U.S. our tax dollars are paying to house criminals who aren’t criminals.

Just my opinion. I think it’s logical. But just a thought for my non-forward thinking friends. Otherwise, I thank you all for reading.

Goodnight,

Raven