On Dutch Master

My grandfather used to like to smoke cigars. I'm not sure what brand. Maybe Dutch Master. He didn't do it a lot. After dinner seems to be the preferred time, and yet he ate dinner at our house and I don't think my mother liked it. I think maybe he did sometimes in the summer when he could sit out on the front porch, in the warm air and the smell didn't get in the house. One time he picked me up at swim teach practice and smoked a cigar while we were swimming and it really smelled up the air when we were breathing so hard from working out. But that was only one time. I do miss him now but he's long dead.

On drug rehab

Drugs are a depressing topic. Like most people, I've done some. I understand the appeal. And it's hard to argue against. Feeling good now is not a bad thing in and of itself. It's that so many people want only the high. They like using marijuana or LSD to dream, they like the fantasies, but they don't like the hard work of making them come true. It's easy to think of yourself on top of the world. It's easier to keep smoking dope or dropping acid than to actually put yourself on top of the world. And if you get strung out on harder drugs you eventually need to go to drug rehab. However, I can understand people who are on top of the world using certain drugs to enjoy it. Once I'm rich and sitting at the beach smoking a joint and enjoying the feeling would be no biggie.