I'm with a bunch of guys. It is late night and we are talking about
political activism while getting stoned together.
I ask for a rizla and this guy gives me one, and I roll a little
spliff. Its so small that I end up smoking the whole thing myself. I
get the feeling that the other guys were expecting me to give them
some, so I decide I will make another one.
The guy who gave me the rizla has spent many years going on protests
and demonstrations. He talks to us. He talks about how he had just got
back from a protest against some huge environmental devastation, I
think it was a forest being cut down, or fracking.
"We must stand up and unite against these crimes!" He talks passionately.
My friend mike is inspired by this guys active spirit. He talks up,
"Yeah, I would like to make a stance against these environmental
crimes that are being got away with by corporations."
I feel urged to speak,
"I would like to stand up against the general collective insanity and
psychopathic ego that humanity seems to harbour."
Its about 5 am in the morning, dawn is just beginning to break, and we
all stand around just outside the back door smoking. Suddenly dad is
at the back door and he opens it.
"Simon! What are you doing with all these friends? Do you know what time it is?"
He is angry, mad. He is accusing simon because he assumes we are all a
bunch of his teenage mates being rebellious.
James speaks up.
"Dad, its not simon and his mates, it me and our mates and we are
having a smoke."
He stands up to dads authority and in the morning light I see that he
is becoming the new authority of the family. Dad is getting old, while
james is becoming like dad was. He is a dad and is looking more and
more like one every day. No longer will we be steered by dads rules,
and this seems clear to me now.
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