A few weeks back I decided to get out for a few hours so I went to a club. It wasn't my scene but an outing none the less. I wanted to dance but the music wasn't right and my back was bothering me some so I chilled for a min in the VIP and just watched the women dance (tryna get into it). Still didn't happen. So I went to my car and rolled a swisher of deep chunk X strawberry cough. Walked back toward the club and found a spot on the side (of the club) to sit. I made sure that I wasn't intruding...

The political climate in California has provided a legal and safe market for business in the medicinal trade (I know big pharmaceutical companies don't feel that). For me I look at this as an escape from the world in which I live. I am an aberrant (learned that from brother Aberration) looking to legitimize my chosen profession. Although I have a lot to learn this has been a dream since a teen and now I'm living it. This isn't quite how I pictured it (thought I'd be outdoors). I never anticipated...