Shit. Shit. Shit. FUCKING SHIT! It’s all internal monologue as I shake awake. What was in that bud? Never. NEVER. Have I ever had an experience like this. Shit. Shit. Shit. Never. EVER. Get stoned and fall asleep watching Once Upon a Time in the West. Great film. Not so great nightmares about Johnny Law breaking down your door and arresting you for giving your at-the-time underage girlfriend cannabis laced brownies.  And to piss gasoline into the flames, I’m pretty sure that I just shat myself. WordSpaceWordPeriod. M and I are writers. That is we’re writers who haven’t written anything in a while. Sure, he has the shows and I have the blogs, but nothing worthwhile. He says the job is what killed his…