''You can't smoke tobacco here!'' / it's not tobacco
A Stoner Dog post.
Three in the morning on a friend's balcony, you notice your hands. They're incredible. You tell everyone. They agree. Nobody is going to bed. You eat the whole bag of crisps to make room in the cupboard. Then the biscuits, for the same reason. The cupboard has never been so spacious. At the festival a man you've known for twenty minutes says he's worked out what the stars really are. He's very serious. He's pointing at the floodlights. On the night bus you have the best idea of your life and type it into your phone so you won't forget. In the morning the note says "toast, but for soup". **Why it caught on:** a red-eyed, half-asleep dog on a colour wheel became the stoned member of the advice-animal family. Everyone has had a three in the morning thought that felt like philosophy and turned out to be about toast.