420Apothecary
420 Member
In the words of the Greatful Dead, "what a long, strange trip its been".
In the summer of 1975, my brother handed me a joint and my life changed forever. I became aware of opportunities open to me, ones that would lead me out of poverty, all the way to the proverbial 'brass ring'. Twelve years ago, a college student arguing with her mother as she blew through her red lights changed my life forever, again, as I watched my expensive home, my trophy wife and 1%'er career dissolve before me. Always grateful for the kindness of strangers on my way up, I looked for that kindness on my way down. The *only* place it exists consistently is among the brotherhood of tokers. I am very glad to return from my trip "into the wild" and find my way back home by the glow from my brothers' and sisters' torches...
Well met, all.
In the summer of 1975, my brother handed me a joint and my life changed forever. I became aware of opportunities open to me, ones that would lead me out of poverty, all the way to the proverbial 'brass ring'. Twelve years ago, a college student arguing with her mother as she blew through her red lights changed my life forever, again, as I watched my expensive home, my trophy wife and 1%'er career dissolve before me. Always grateful for the kindness of strangers on my way up, I looked for that kindness on my way down. The *only* place it exists consistently is among the brotherhood of tokers. I am very glad to return from my trip "into the wild" and find my way back home by the glow from my brothers' and sisters' torches...
Well met, all.