I’ve only been back in California for a couple weeks and I am already spoiled by the superlative quality of the weed out here. I just took two bong hits, I am nicely stoned, and I am going to say that this grass is just not as potent as the last candidate, Alpine Sunrise, which was a huge surprise honestly.
I have made the mistake of getting a little too baked right before my work day has technically ended, so I am somehow managing to have a Slack conversation simultaneous to ewriting this. I’m sure it will be over soon. Not everything, I mean. Just this dumb conversation about boring things that are boring.
I got new satin sheets. Man they are slippery. They’re purple and I feel like Prince. Without quite as much sexiness if I am being honest. He was one Sexy Motherfucker.
So apparently this weed makes me a little free associative. That’s a good thing. Everything about it is good it’s just suffering from following a real stunner. I’m sure people who go on after Gallagher feel the same way. Except that he is dead. And probably hasn’t been a decent reference for a few decades really. You ever see Gallagher? Yeah, you don’t need to. It was as one note a comedy show as they come.
But yes – despite my lack of focus – this weed is really neat. It’s just not quite as neat as the weed before it so it’s getting short shrift. There’s a phrase you don’t see much these days.