At first glance, I thought this was a simple marijuana leaf, and I started to get worried... Worried that you were lame! Anybody can smoke a plant! I can walk outside right now and smoke a bunch of grass clippings. Do you think that would make me look cool? Don't be silly, of course not! It would just give you a green line down your tongue! The Green Mile's what we called it back in high school. But then I noticed it was also a moth, putting my concerns to rest. Smoking bugs is a lot different. You see, in ancient times, entomologists would smoke bugs all the time. In an attempt to understand their simplistically complex minds. And if they were lucky, take some of the bugs spirit, so that they may be blessed by William Kirby. Patron Saint of Bugs!
Now, you can smoke as many moths as you want. It's your life. You can do whatever you want. Just promise me I won't catch ya doing ants. When you start experimenting with ants, it always ends the same... I've seen it one too many times. First, you start with garden-variety picnic ants. Then, you want something more intense and move up to fire ants. Before you know what bit ya, all your furniture is gone, the fridge is empty, you're being evicted in a week, your phone is out of minutes, and all you've got to show for it is a box of bullet ants. The most intense ant known to man. You have no idea what those things will do to you. Had a buddy who did bullet ants once. Didn't see him for weeks. Finally found him in the park. He was surrounded by bags of sugar and stolen picnic baskets. His mind was completely gone. That's when I knew what I had to do... I took off my sandal, and I let him have it! I had to. Someone had to do it. There was no way he was happy like that. I like to think he's in a better place. But let's be real, he sold all his shit for ants. So probably not.
Anyway, it's like I said, you can do whatever you want. I just hope you heed my warning. I worry about you sometimes...
