I can now say, without arrogance or hyperbole, that I have at least one very important thing in common with Shakespeare. This is no small joke, as Will is one of my all time greatest heroes, and I would very much like to be him. I would kill my entire identity if I could be Will for as little as a year, during which time I’d write two world-altering plays and seduce everyone, male and female, old and young, with my poetry.
So, it gives me great joy to report that we have evidence—as if we needed any, to be honest—that William Shakespeare was a pothead, or at least that his soul called out to the buds on occasion, as all good souls do. Read it right here. Share with blunt instruments, like Chris Christie.