We got stopped at a roadside check and I had six bags in the car and they only found one. The fucking dogs never work. I bet it’s high from all the fumes. Anyways, they put me in a cell which was a little nerve-wracking. More so because I was an American in a German jail and not because I have long gay hair. I did wrestle for four years in high school, so I could have fucked somebody up. So yeah, then I gave em two hundred euros and walked out… not a terrible deal. And now I’m getting high again.
You know, there are around a million Israelis who smoke this stuff. You know how much this costs me? Loads. And do you know who grows and produces this? Hamas and Hezbollah. Yes, David. As defense minister, it is important that you know this. They’re making piles of money off of us. They take the money and buy kassams to fire at us. A pity, no? Why shouldn’t it be legal? You see, if it’ll be legal, we could grow it here on these arid Negev hills, make the wilderness flower. We will keep the money in Israel and use it for good causes, David, like raising the teachers’ salaries… The question is, though, what will Hamas and Hezbollah do with all the hashish they’ll be left with? The answer is simple: They’ll smoke it. They’ll smoke it, David, and be calm. Because a good Arab is a calm Arab. And this, is my security concept.
I don’t tend to say this publicly, but we can see it’s a curative thing. The narcotics industry is also enormous. It funds terrorism and – this is a huge problem in America – fuels the foreign gangs. More than 85% of men incarcerated in America are on drug-related offenses. It costs $40,000 a year for every prisoner. If they were really serious about the economy there would be a sensible discussion about legalization.
Weed doesn’t make me more creative. I don’t smoke before I work. I like to smoke when I’m done and listen back to the music, under the influence. Some people can go in and smoke from morning to evening and it doesn’t affect them. But it slows me down. I’ve definitely created stuff high before, but I prefer to do it the other way.
I went through one period when I smoked a surprising, a really breath-taking, amount of grass almost every night. One night I smoked down a big joint and then went downstairs and ate two pints of Haagen-Dazs ice cream and then went back to bed. An hour later I woke up and thought my heart had stopped. And the next day I went to a cardiologist and he said ‘Well, no, it didn’t stop. Everything’s fine.’ And that was the end of my pot experiences.