Brief but to the Point?

The problem with trying to be a writer is that it’s not all book signings and admiring readers. It turns out that I actually have to write something first, which, it turns out, is actually really hard. Especially when one is as fried and addicted as I am to a chemical which has no particularly necessary side effects, just an empty sense of contentment and enduring exhausted laziness. Don’t get me wrong, I love weed, and I love everything that weed has done to broaden my perspective and update my worldview, but it just may be that, at this juncture in my life, I have already enjoyed all of the benefits of marijuana that I possibly can, and that continual use of the substance is not needed to enjoy these effects for the rest of my life.
As it stands currently, I’m lucky to be able to form sentences for all the damage I’ve done to my short-term memory and basic mental functioning. Although cannabis has a tendency to make people think more deeply through long-term potentiation and an increase in retrograde signaling between synapses, it is also notorious for making them think more slowly due to getting them high and letting less oxygen reach their brains. Yes, this is all true, but no, I won’t link to any studies or sources because this isn’t a science paper and I’m frankly tired of all the pomp and circumstance that comes with doing anything academic in today’s world where ink on a degree is worth more to an employer than all the knowledge in the world. But that’s another matter, really. What I am discussing now is my inability to write, to structure, to plan what I am going to write and then execute it with no tangential ranting.
I must say that’s probably the only thing I am conveying effectively.