I thought this might be a fun weekly post that wouldn’t be confined to a particular subject. I can get faded and write whatever is on my mind, from fiction to wining and ranting. Cool fucking beans, huh?
This morning I’m puffing on some Girl Scout Cookie, and as always, it’s delicious. I am a medical marijuana patient, if that matters to you or not, but I enjoy the fuck out of it recreationally. It does help me personally and medically. I am not the stereotype, most of us refers aren’t.
Erase that shit from your brain right now. Ain’t nothing wrong with some herb.
Weed ain’t for everyone though and that’s okay. But one shouldn’t dictate whether or not it’s for everyone based on their personal beliefs and feelings.
Okay, that’s enough of the weed talk for now. These posts aren’t supposed to be just about the Devil’s Lettuce, so I thought I’d kick off Wake’n’Bake Wednesday with a funny little tale from my last trip to the cinema.
The woman and I decided to peep that Get Out movie. I’m sooooo late on this joint as I usually am with movies—except Star Wars, but we won’t get started on that.
The trailer had intrigued me the first time I saw it, and I read a grip of great reviews, so we were both excited to see it. We both enjoyed ourselves and thought the film was excellent!
A few moments before the previews ended, two teenage girls got out of their seats and asked me a question. I couldn’t hear her at first, so she repeated herself, “What movie is this?”
I answered her.
She looked at me funny and asked again.
I repeated myself and then her friend asked, “What did he say?”
“He told us to get out,” she said as the both bolted for the door.