Funny story. I hooked up with this guy on a golf course and we played together. Never met him before just a two-sum.
Anyway we finish the front nine the guys not bad he shoots like a 44 or something. So we are on the 10th tee and he asks me if I was a cop and I said no. He immediate whips out a joint and finishes it by the time we get to the 10th green. I could see his game deteriorating slowly by the time we got the 15th hole he said don’t bother keeping his score. He shot like a 60 something on the back nine. So that is kind of like a microcosm of life. He is doing good then he doesn’t give shit. Pot.
This is why golfers don’t usually imbibe alcohol while playing, either, unless it really isn’t about the golf in the first place. The Arnold Palmer is not made with hard lemonade....