Jeremy is a reefer addict

Jeremy is a reefer addict. The year is two thousand and eight anno domini and no one calls marijuana reefer anymore, but whatever you call it, Jeremy is addicted to it. Jeremy, like all other humans, has a great big brain full of neurons and chemicals that is capable of producing wonderfully complicated thoughts. In fact, Jeremy's brain is so sophisticated that even though he lives in the age of electronic wisdom, his brain--just like every other humans--is capable of putting to shame anything a silicon chip thinks it might be hot shit for being able to do.

An example: just by looking at a picture of a scantily clad lady laying on the beach he can instantly recognize exactly which supermodel she is and can immediately respond with the thought "I want to have sex with her." Let's see a silicon chip do that.

It's this big brain of his though that keeps him smoking reefer. You see, Jeremy is prone--just like every other human being--to deep complicated thoughts. The problem lies in the fact that Jeremy can't for the life of him figure out what good these thoughts are. Sure Galileo and Newton and Pythagoras had the same sort of complicated thoughts, but Jeremy's brain isn't thinking about celestial bodies or hypothetical mathematics, rather, Jeremy's big huge brain is constantly pestering him with ideas such as "Why am I here?", or "Why am I doing this?", or the big kicker of them all, "What does this all lead to?".

You see, the problem is, these thoughts are just as annoying as they are dangerous. People around the world have gotten into lots of trouble, for themselves and others, just because they were born with their own personal big brain inside their heads. The shame is that these people more often then not have too much thinking capacity and often get themselves into trouble simply by thinking too much. Not Jeremy, he's no fool. Sure he might indulge in the rare philosophical thought but rather than be swept away by them he simply chooses to hit the off switch and indulge instead in the sweet numbness that something as simple as plant leaves encased in tissue paper can offer.

Jeremy is as happy as can be keeping himself protected from the damage that the overindulgence of that big brain of his can inflict. Rather, he keeps his brain firing on half of it's cylinders and wanders through life comfortably numb to the complications of the world and as happy as a lark.