I had a blue kush that surprised me with its weight.....nuggs were far denser than I though. They looked all leafy like your TNT.
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Hey Chimp.....I know I don't know you from shit brother, but I feel ya. I don't know how old you are....I get the feeling a little older than me (46, 47 this summer) and I can relate brother. I have lost a lot of friends in the last 10 years...many of them from war and a good number from suicide from not being able to deal with the shit they saw and went through in deployments we did together. Hold those memories as long as you can. I find music helps to bring back the positives....but the sadness is never far away. Don't hesitate to reach out if you ever just want to take your mind off that stuff.Thanks everybody.
When the world gets to me I try to reflect on things that give my heart peace. I think of sitting with a friend of mine in Newport Michigan I just can't remember where but there was a little bridge over the water and a church there we used to fish off shore never caught much but it was one of the few pleasant memories I have of my years there. We'd go to this boat launch in a park (?) I think it was in Rockwood but I don't remember exactly where that was either you'd go down this long curved road and it lead to a long turnaround. Hell, everywhere that held enough water we'd stop at, the power plant in Monroe, creeks wide enough, even the big ponds down I-275. No jobs, no hope of a future, knowing I was leaving pretty soon; it was a bad time for me. Those fishing trips took a lot of worry away, and as I mentioned before in the hardest of times I reflect back on those good memories. One of my life dreams was to come back there someday and do those fishing trips the right way; no worries, money in our pockets, maybe a grandkid or two there to enjoy. Peace. A wheel come full circle to me.
I haven't called him in about six months. So I decide to type his name in the box sitting at the computer a few days ago. He was only 51 years old. The last friend I had. The obituary said he died at home. I can't even put a word on this I think it's just emotions but it feels like illness I wouldn't wish it on the Devil. Tears don't do anything but get your face wet I hate it I hate it! I'm so sorry everyone I just don't have anywhere else to let this out.
Its not a crime to throw a bit of a pity party every once in a while....helps keep the sanity. Its living there that is problem brother. You don't strike me that way. Everyone deals with stuff differently.All that I have to be thankful for, and I'm too damned stupid to see it right in front of me. If anything good comes out of these trials in life, it should be that. But the repeated epiphany of this never seems to last very long. I do remember for a few weeks to remind everybody how much they mean to me, but then I'm back to my old chimp self. Some of us have been communicating here with each other for years now. Thank you all for being a part of my life.
I better get that out before the feeling fades and I'm back to being the ornery bastard I usually am.
My grandma described life as a series of losses that just get larger and more frequent as you get older. We gain some sort of magical powers too, weathering the storms. At least I hope we do because it's a bit rainy at my place right now too. Keep your head up Chimp.