At the risk of pointing out the obvious, K&K would like to draw your attention to the fact that Easter Sunday falls on April 20 this year. As many of you are equally aware, the 20th day of the fourth month (a.k.a. 4/20) is like Christmas for stoners. Lore has it the number 420 first gained significance in the early 1970s thanks to a group of California teenagers who regularly smoked up at 4:20 p.m. From those burning embers wafted the North American-wide observance of April 20 as a marijuana Mardi Gras. Why not the fourth day of the 20th month you might be asking? That is a very good question that we’ll let you ponder.
The last time Easter fell on April 20 was in 2003. The only thing significant we were able to find out about that day was there was a bench clearing brawl between the Arizona Diamondbacks and the St. Louis Cardinals — major league baseball teams named after a poisonous snake and a red bird, which would make a wicked wilderness battle if you ask us.
The next time Easter Sunday falls on 4/20 will be 2025, and by then we suspect there will be smartphone apps to get you high… if there even are such things as smartphones. Maybe we’ll all have tiny cellular chips implanted in our earlobes that can also turn reality into a simulated, multiplayer war game where users fight the ghosts of their past in order to achieve some semblance of truth in the now. Or maybe we’ll all be dead by then. But we’re trying really hard not to go down that rabbit hole.
Incidentally, 420 years from now Easter Sunday will fall on March 26, which is Robert Frost and Leonard Nimoy’s birthday. Frost, of course, was a poet famous for taking “the road less travelled,” probably because that’s where he stashed his weed, and Nimoy is best known for playing Spock on Star Trek, which we’re told is a lot more enjoyable when you’re stoned. Why is it called getting stoned, anyway?
We remember a story we had to read in high school called “The Lottery” where these old-timey people gathered in the town square to stone to death a random person selected from a lottery, kind of like Hunger Games but without an attractive young woman as the protagonist. We’re not even sure if there was a protagonist in “The Lottery,” unless the protagonist was society as a whole with its extremes of conformity, because when you really think about it, at the end of the day aren’t we all just cogs in a vast machine where we wake up every day, put on our meat masks and perform a series of tasks that we’ve been groomed for since the day we were born?
Have you ever seen pictures of someone giving birth? That is some crazy stuff. And why don’t babies cry when they’re in the womb instead of only after they come out? How freaky would that be if you were pregnant and you could hear your baby crying inside your belly — just a bunch of muffled non-words like the sound of parents talking in a Charlie Brown cartoon. Man do we love Charlie Brown cartoons. They’re always so sad, but in a good way because sometimes it feels so good to feel so sad, right?
Apples. Honey Crisps are the best.
