I'll paint you an elaborate picture of one of the supporting characters in my book next week sometime. Until then, I leave you this picture I took one afternoon in the backyard shortly after a ganja session. When I saw this thing, my first thought was that this squirrel's chakras are aligned as fuck. Check… Continue reading A Buddha in the Temple of the Squirrels (steal that title if you wanna)
Anybody who knows me well knows I dig the ganja. I've smoked it all from Jack Herer to blueberry kush and everything in between. Indica! Sativa! Various hybrid strains! Homegrown! Edibles! Dabs! You name it. I've even tried one of those newfangled vape pen jobbies. Yet strangely enough, I've never smoked Maui Wowie. Until recently. My… Continue reading Maui Wowie: A Review
While we're waiting for the abomination to hatch out of its cocoon (it'll start raining dead birds at that point so I hope y'all have your umbrellas ready), let me treat you to a guided tour of my glassware. The use of a bong is my preferred method of smoking these days. I used to… Continue reading Her Majesty’s High Again, or The Silver Bullet
The first seven chapters went through an extensive process of being written, being disowned by their writer, then being written again, severely critiqued, subjected to several linguistic facelifts and liposuctions, and finally blessed by Our Lady of 420 before it eventually became something I'd be proud to put my nom de plume on. The next… Continue reading The Next Instar of the Beast
It was three years ago today when I lost one of my closest friends to cancer. In keeping with my personal policy of keeping the identities of all people mentioned in this blog confidential, I shall refer to her in this blog only as “The Queen”. That was not the name on her passport, of… Continue reading All Hail The Queen
